Songtext Electro livin' Akala

Electro livin'

[Chorus:]
Young money, love money, blood money, right
Your money, war money, more money, right
They don't even really understand what it's like Electro livin' in the land of the light
Electro livin'
Electro livin' in the land of the light
Electro livin'
Electro livin' in the land of the light

[Hook:]
We're electro livin' in the land of the light
Everything is switched on but something don't work right
Do whatever you gotta do to make it through the night
But whatever you do, don't believe the hype

Let's have a little natter about a couple of matters
Pour me a couple of cha a little butter and crackers
The kids are unruly news does not fool me
And if TV don't play me no more just Youtube me
Hit 'em with electro retro meets techno
Rap rock kid push back the threshold
So take your best shot with ya best shooter here we are now, entertain us computer

[Chorus:]
Young money, love money, blood money, right
Your money, war money, more money, right
They don't even really understand what it's like Electro livin' in the land of the light
Electro livin'
Electro livin' in the land of the light
Electro livin'
Electro livin' in the land of the light

[Hook:]
We're electro livin' in the land of the light
Everything is switched on but something don't work right
Do whatever you gotta do to make it through the night
But whatever you do, don't believe the hype

They can't change what it is just by putting a name on
Or make something art just by shoving a frame on
Or become less guilty just by passing the blame on
Or ramp with Akala, where's your brain gone?
I'm the rapper that's dapper
No matter the chatter
The illest whipper snapper
From the land of sausage and batter
We're fat are getting fatter
And the man' are as mad as a hatter
The goffer or the gaffer
Well bruv, I'm the latter

[Chorus:]
Young money, love money, blood money, right
Your money, war money, more money, right
They don't even really understand what it's like Electro livin' in the land of the light
Electro livin'
Electro livin' in the land of the light
Electro livin'
Electro livin' in the land of the light

[Hook:]
We're electro livin' in the land of the light
Election living in the land of the right
Do whatever you gotta do to make it through the night
But whatever you do, don't believe the hype

Thing aren't what they seem, despite what they tell you
Beware of the truth or it will send you to bellevue
If you take a closer look and uncover the veil
You will see tere just salesmen with nothing to sell you
But these wags, with their fags and Cristian Dior bags
Shagged and they brag and pose for lads' mags
It is sad, we are sad for things we can not have
But we are not sad for Baghdad

[Chorus:]
Young money, love money, blood money, right
Your money, war money, more money, right
They don't even really understand what it's like Electro livin' in the land of the light
Electro livin'
Electro livin' in the land of the light
Electro livin'
Electro livin' in the land of the light