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*You are 16*
Warnings - swearing
Y/N's pov: Yesterday I had gotten back from filming a movie in England. I had been staying with Florence Pugh in Oxford, as we had been close ever since we did a film together a few years back. Mum had to stay in America because she also was filming a movie at the same time we were.
While I was in England, I asked Flo to teach me some British culture. For example, she played me some music, taught me what words meant, made me try different foods, we did a lot of sightseeing and everything like that.
I really enjoyed learning everything, especially hearing the music. Some songs were absolute bangers, but others were so fucking weird.
That's why today, I was going to play mum some of the songs that Flo played me. I wanted to see her reaction to them all.
I walked downstairs and sat next to mum on the sofa, "Hey mum, can I show you some British music?"
"Of course my love." She replied as I snuggled closer to her.
Scarlett's pov: Y/N cuddled up to me and began to find some songs to play.
"Okay, so basically I'm going to show you two different songs. They are completely different and show both sides of British music. This one is called Body." She told me before playing the song.
Bah (mm-mm), yo E-E-English girl named Fiona Big batty girl named Abiola (mm-mm) Body-ody shaped like Cola (bah) Back up, back up, bring it to the owner Man, I'm still up on the roads, could've left (bah, bah) Still chattin' to my bros on the tech' (mm-mm) Fuck that, man, I don't give a F (boom, boom) What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette (bah, bah, bah) English, English girl named Fiona African girl, Adeola Body-ody shaped like Cola Back up, back up, ayy, come closer Vi-Vida loca (bullet), high as a kite, never sober (shotta) Python, hit him with a Cobra Free up my bro, Casanova (free him up) Badman persona, badman alone can't control her ('trol her) Sorry, sorry, your sis got bent over Push in my hood, take anaconda Throw it back like Ed Hardy Stay fly, I'm high like Jeff Hardy Wet, wet like the tsunami (wet, wet, wet) Big Russ fuck up the punani Pum, pum, turn up, I hit that raw Felt this tip and she ball out "Lawd" Buss my n- in your gyal like crud (yo, mm-mm) Pum, pum, wet up, everything mad (yo) Yo, I got more than a mill' in savings (mm-mm) But you can still get shaven (bow) If I ever get caught by the paigons (woo, woo) Out my nak just wavin' (boom) Live my best life like I'm One Acen (Acen) In my face, love the altercation (ayy) But with my shank (ayy), that's a combination (ayy) Gyal with a big back's my weakness (weakness) But when I punch man, it's grievous (boom) They'll play back the CCTV When I banged him my defence said "Jesus" All my brothers gotta ball like Lakers (ayy) Every time I see her arse, "What the fuck?" (what the fuck?) Every time I see that arch, it's amazing (mm-mm) Me and Russ like Freddy and Jason (bap, bap, bap) Man, I'm still up on the roads, could've left (mm-mm) Still chattin' to my bros on the tech' (bap, bap) Fuck that, man, I don't give a F (grrr) What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette English, English girl named Fiona African girl, Adeola Body-ody shaped like Cola Back up, back up, ayy, come closer Leave my man, he's too innocent Free Big A, he's too militant They mention us just to get relevant Russ, T Wayne, come by millions Wizzy-Wizzy, Wizzy get a drilly 'pon any (ayy) She knows us already from Keisha and Becky (mm-mm) Head, chest, neck, back, I don't mind belly (yo) Armed and ready (yo), green light, get shelly Littiest citizen, hittin' them, diligent, vigilant Stickin' 'em, none of my niggas are innocent On sight man are just chinging him Come far, but I still finish 'em Body-ody like Megan Thee Stallion Rush and Wizzy, that's another platinum Copy, copy, opps copy the mandem (yo) Pull up on who man? Buss off my hand ting Man, I'm still up on the roads, could've left (boom) Still chattin' to my bros on the tech' (bah, bah) Fuck that, man, I don't give a F (grrr) What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette (ayy, ayy) English, English girl named Fiona African girl, Adeola Body-ody shaped like Cola Back up, back up, ayy, come closer English girl named Fiona Big batty girl named Abiola Body-ody shaped like Cola Back up, back up, bring it to the owner English, English girl named Fiona Big batty girl named Abiola Body-ody shaped like Cola Back up, back up, bring it to the owner Man, I'm still up on the roads, could've left (mm-mm) Still chattin' to my bros on the tech' (bah, bah) Fuck that, man, I don't give a F (grrr) What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette English, English girl named Fiona African girl, Adeola (ehe) Body-ody shaped like Cola (oh-oh) Back up, back up, ayy, come closer
After the song had finished I was in shock. It was awful. "Do they seriously listen to that? I could barely even understand what he was saying."
My daughter laughed before saying, "Yes mum, but then again not everyone likes that song."
"Yeh I can see why." I muttered.
"So next up we have a classic British one. This song is one that people come together in groups and sing it really loudly. Like when they are at a party or when they are drunk I guess. It's called Sweet Caroline."
Where it began, I can't begin to knowing But then I know it's growing strong Was in the spring And spring became the summer Who'd have believed you'd come along Hands, touching hands Reaching out, touching me, touching you Sweet Caroline Good times never seemed so good I've been inclined To believe they never would But now I Look at the night and it don't seem so lonely We filled it up with only two And when I hurt Hurting runs off my shoulders How can I hurt when holding you One, touching one Reaching out, touching me, touching you Sweet Caroline Good times never seemed so good I've been inclined To believe they never would Oh no, no Sweet Caroline Good times never seemed so good Sweet Caroline I believe they never could Sweet Caroline Good times never seemed so good
Smiling, I looked over at Y/N and said, "Hey, I actually liked this one. I can see why they love this. It's very catchy."
Y/N beamed back at me and nodded her head in agreement. I found it adorable seeing her so passionate about something she had learned.
I began stroking her hair, "Did Flo show you all of these?"
"Yeh, and we actually had a small gathering with some of her and her sisters friends and they played loads of songs like this. I really like it there. It's nice."
