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That's it
Turn the page on the day, walk away 'Cause they're sensing what I say I'm 45th generation Roman But I don't know 'em Or care when I'm spitting So return to your sitting position and listen it's fitting I'm miles ahead and they chase me Show yer face on TV, then we'll see You're can't do half, my crew laughs At yer rhubarb and custard verses Yer rain down curses but I'm waving, Yer hearse is driving by Streets riding high, with the beats in the sky All stare, eyes glazed Garage burnt down, the fire raged For 40 days and in 40 ways But through the blaze they see it fade The sea of black, the beaming heat on their faces Their figure emerges from the wasteage Eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze One hand clutching a sword raised to the sky They wonder how, they wonder why The sky turns white it all becomes clear They felt lifted from their fears They shed tears in the light After 6 dark years Young bold soldiers, the fire burns Cracks and smoulders 5 years older and wiser The fires are burning on fire, never tire Slave warriors in the forests and on higher We sing, hear the strings rising The war's over, the bells ring Memories fading, soldiers slaying Looks like Geezers raving The hazy fog over the bull ring, The lazy ways the birds sing A new babys born every day Few men may be spoilt today But look at things the other way Cos it may well be yer final day And then the crowds roar they slay, they all say I produce this using only my bare wit Gimme a jungle a garage beat and admit defeat, Use war and past injury as my metaphor and simile Get all applications into before the deadline Cos it's a fine line between strife or crime And a life of crime But you will reach the day, and it's all mine You can take it or leave, I shake And reveal stage tricks like Jimi Hendrix In the afterlife Gladiators meet their maker Thrown through the wind fields and lakes of Bluewater To the next life from the fortress Away from the knives and slaughter To their wives and daughters Once more before the law judges over all of us Cos in this place you'll see me Brace yourself, cos this goes deep I'll show you the secrets the sky and the birds Actions speak louder than words Stand by me my apprentice Be brave, Clench fists. |
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Original Pirate Material
Yer listening to the streets Lock down your aerial Make yerself at home We got diesel or some of that homegrown Sit back in yer throne, turn off yer phone Cos this is our zone Videos, televisions, 64's Playstations We're paring with precision Few herbs and a bit of Benson But don't forger the Rizla, Lean like the Tower of Pisa Liza, I'll raise yer, And this is the day in the life of a Geezer For this ain't a club track Pull out yer sack and sit back Whether you white or black Smoke weed, chase brown Or toot rock We're on a mission, support the cause Sign a petition, summon all your wisdom The Music's a gift from the Man on high The Lord and his children Triple teenyear rudeboys Come rain or snow the boodah flows You don't know? Stand on the corner watch the show Cos life moves slow Sort yer shit out then roll Sex, Drugs 'n' On The Dole Some men rise, some men fall I hear ya call, stand tall now Has it come to this? Original Pirate Material Your listening to the streets Lock down your aerial I'm just spitting, think I'm ghetto? Stop dreaming, my data's streaming I'm giving your bird them feelings Touch yer toes and touch the ceiling We walk the tightrope of street cred Keep my dogs fed, all jungle all garage heads Gold teeth, valentinos and dreads Now, we were verbally slapped up Physically tip-top, spinally ripped up I do the science on my laptop, get my boys mashed up Your listening to The Streets You'll bear witness to some amazing feats Bravery in the face of defeat All line up and grab yer seat Cos Tony's got a new motor SR Nova driving like a joyrider Speeding to the corner Yer mother warned yer to sound system banger Has it come to this? Original Pirate Material Your listening to The Streets Lock down your aerial My underground train runs from Mile End to Ealing From Brixton to Boundsgreen My spitting's dirty my beats are clean So smoke weed and be lean I step out my yard through the streets In the dead heat all I got's my spirit and my beats I play fair don't cheat And keep the gangsters sweet Turn the page, don't rip it out at yer age Move to the next stage Lock the rage inside the cage, Like SK it's New Day But don't take the shortcut through the subway It's pay or play, these geezers walk the gangway Deep seated urban decay, deep seated urban decay, Rip down posters alight From last weeks big Garage night And the next Tyson fight I cook em at 90 degrees farenheit And don't copy the copyright I got em in my sites, blinding with the lights Taken to dizzy new heights Blinding with the lights, blinding with the lights Dizzy new heights Has It come to this? Original Pirate Material Your listening to The Streets Lock down your aerial. |
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| 3. |
| 3:50 |
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This ain't the down it's the upbeat
Make it complete So what's the story? Guaranteed accuracy enhanced CD Latest technology, Darts at Treble 20 Huge non-recuparable advance Majors be vigilent I excel in both content and deliverance So let's put on our classics And we'll ave a little dance, shall we? No sales pitch, no media hype No hydro, it's nice and ripe I speak in communication in bold type This AIN'T yer archetypal street sound Scan for ultrasound North, South, East, West And all round and then to the underground You say that every thing sounds the same Then you go buy them! There's no excuses my friend Let's push things forward As we progress to the checkpoint I wholeheartedly agree with yer viewpoint But this ain't your typical Garage joint I make points which hold significance That ain't a bag it's shipment This ain't a track it's a movement I got the settlement My frequencies are transient And resonate your eardrums I make bangers not anthems Leave that to the Artful Dodger The broad shouldered 51% shareholder You won't find us on Alta Vista Cult classic, not bestseller Your gonna need more power, Plug in the freephase and the generator Crank it up to the gigawatts Critics ready with the potshots, the plot thickens Put on yer mittens for these sub-zero conditions But remember I'm just spittin', Remember I'm just spittin' Once bitten, forever smitten You say that everything sounds the same Then you go buy them! There's no excuses my friend Let's Push Things Forward Spilt jewels like Eastern Riches Junkie Fixes Around 'ere we say Birds, not bitches As London Bridge burns down, Brixton's burning up Turns out your in luck Cos I know this dodgy fuck in The Duck So it's just another showflick from your Local City Poet Case you geezers don't know it Lets Push Things Forward It's a tall order, but were taller Calling all mawlers, backstreet brawlers Cornershop crawlers, victories flawless Love us or hate us, but don't slate us Don't conform to formulas Pop genres and such Sharp darts, double Dutch Parked cars, troubles a much with more Bud Let's Push Things Forward You say that everything sounds the same The you go buy them! There's no excuses my friend Let's Push Things Forward. |
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Sharp Darts Spitting Masters
Spitting darts faster Shut up I'm the driver, you're the passenger I'll reign superior The pressure blows the dial on your barometer Do you understand? Or do you need an interpreter? Now my style is distinguished All fires are extinguished Ask yer girl to sing and she'll sing this I'm a scientist Have no prejudice, that's my hypothesis Make your analysis, ever heard a beat like this? I walk the beat like a policemen No karma pedestrian In 500 years they'll play this song in museums I'm the bold adventurer UK's ambassador Holding up Excalibur Your beats are inferior Don't wanna embarrass yer So call yer solicitor The jury voted unanimously against ya! Sharp Darts Spitting Masters Spitting darts faster Shut up I'm the driver, you're the passenger I'll reign superior The pressure blows the dial on your barometer Do you understand? Or do you need an interpreter? This one's fat like yer mother Contains enough calories Resonating all your favourite frequencies I've got a worldwide warranty Satisfaction guarantee If you ain't happy then just Send it right back to me 'Spec to BC It's time to fuck loyalty One day I hope to earn some hard royalties From a bit of sample robbery Rook burglary, noise thievery Or wholesale piracy So watch yer back, I'm inclined to sample I'll dismantle and make you all examples Sharp Darts Spitting Masters Spitting darts faster Shut up I'm the driver, you're the passenger I'll reign superior The pressure blows the dial on your barometer Do you understand? Or do you need an interpreter? |
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| 3:22 |
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Yeah, street level
Oh oh yeah, that's it.. Right there At street level That's it that's it that's it Yeah oh tunes heavy At street level That's it that's it that's it yeah.. oh oh right there Who's round is it? Down that beer quick smash my glass back down fall over the table All rowdy and pissed Seems the only difference between mid week shit and weekend is how loud I speak And whether I try to pull a girlfriend That's it who's got dough? Hey, you know I'd pay but I'm broke, only got coinage to show Putting off walking home on my own to my thrown Two empty takeaways ashtrays and remains of the day stoned Pick a bottle off the table, peel the label tell a fable Offer opinion for free and a solution to the latest big news story Football and smut daily as I ponder winning the lottery Buy a drink, chat to a lady, the girls well fit definitley, not maybe, she's rude I'd shag her and make tea right there At street level That's it that's it that's it Yeah oi heavy, heavy At street level That's it that's it that's it yeah.. oh oh Can't lounge in the boozer all day, got manouvers to make Gotta see a man about a dog, can't be late, I'm always late Raining cats and fog but nice and dry in the black dog Down it in one my son, can't sit here, gotta run.. things need done If they don't win this and the next run they getting relegated to the third division At street level, real people saying repeated sequal Rock and roll fall to the floor like last night, yesterday morning And the night before and the night before Apparently there's a whole world out there somewhere it's right there, right there I just don't see it, I just don't see it, oi oi At street level That's it that's it that's it Yeah, oi street level At street level That's it that's it that's it yeah oi oi heavy.. heavy Lock the door on your way out |
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Geezerz need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this they incite violence Common sense simple common sense Geezerz need excitement if their lives don't provide them this they incite violence Common sense simple common sense Out the club about three, to the take-away The shit-in-a-tray merchants, shops got special perchant for the disorderly Geezerz looking ordinary and a few looking leary Chips fly round the sound of the latest chart entry An incendiary waiting to blast No harm with the contest who can throw the furthest Behind the counter they look nervous, but Carry on cutting the finest cuts of chicken from the big spinning stick Then over flies a chip, flips, and hits you on the back You spin round on the attack 'Fuck you playing at? he looks like a cheshire cat, almost falls down Your frowns and superman eye lasers don't even register By now you want to leather this twat And forever your gonna regret that, your choice of path So mash his head up and your girls now fed up But stop to think and it's never gonna be the Jackie Chan scene it could have been to end up Geezerz need excitement If their lives don't provide them this they incite violence Common sense simple common sense Geezerz need excitement If their lives don't provide them this they incite violence Common sense simple common sense So you owe someone money subbing scunny Best pay me billy - no worries One-fifty on sunday But in someway that turns into wednesday Then goes straight to pay on a hazy evening in the local bar-cafe What a way. What a way Just to recap for those at the back, this is everyday tit-for-tat you owe your dealer and can't pay back fee Suddenly he's the baddy So you tell your mates you could have him anyway, to look 'geez'. But he's a shady fuck, beamer three series, lock, stock and two fat fucks backing him up Can't convey enough of his desire for the paper stuff In a blunt fashion Billy's angry with a passion So please just accept it ain't happening And go back to your runnins 'Cos you might get yourself in trouble one of these days Geezerz need excitement If their lives don't provide them this they incite violence Common sense simple common sense Geezerz need excitement If their lives don't provide them this they incite violence Common sense simple common sense Get hold of this bird after pub closing hours Would your girl like this? No don't think so somehow, in the winter showers But she'll never know and your face will never show shit This is how goes it and besides she was well fit And who could resist Move up to the next place, a smooth club to flex bass beats and your best mates all down Nice sound, smirnoff ice round. MC's clowning, ruud boyz frowning Everything's sweet everything's tucked-in. And round here were all downing. But all of a sudden though, just through the smoke, is your bird laughing and joking with a bloke? Ain't just that either, as she moves closer, Miss-shape what looks like their lover - he's tonguing her. All rage sweeps up through your torso, your moreso ready to go over and show him whos man Football fan style Leave it in the can for a while, cos even as they smile you still got choices Don't listen to them voices And at the end of the day you may just have caused this So leave the forces Geezerz need excitement If their lives don't provide them this they incite violence Common sense simple common sense Geezerz need excitement If their lives don't provide them this they incite violence Common sense simple common sense. |
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She said 'Meet me at the gates at eight
'Leave now, don't be late' She said one day she'd walk away 'Cause I was always late Thought things were okay Didn't care though anyway Say 'Sorry, babe, I had to meet a mate' Tempting fate We first met through a shared view She loved me and I did too It's now seven-fifty Getting ready, better be nifty Do my hair quickly Step out, it's cloudy Mate bells me to borrow money I've got two Henrys and a dealer to pay Call up on geezers to rid these green trees From my reeking jeans Got a 'you-think-I-care' air Out glaring geezers' stares I'm here and I'm there Couldn't see past the end of my beer What was getting near All of the silence after the tears [Chorus] I didn't know it was over Till it was too late, too ate But if I ever needed you Would you be there? She said 'Meet me at the gates, don't be late' But pretty soon the day came for change And I was glad she never walked away So I'm choosing what to wear Doing my hair with an hour to spare When my life went pear She'd been there with a fixed stare Big wheel climbed to the top Geezers' stares bounced off Standing at the top of this huge mountain Smiling and shouting Spring flowers sprouting Not one inch of doubt in my mind As I reached the gates Came around the corner at a rate Risked her love But I was gonna set things straight Never again am I gonna be late [x3] [Chorus] I said meet me at the gates Leave now, don't be late I waited for a while Listening to her voice mail Mind set sail Then the facts turned me pale Wind, rain, hail My fears unveiled for my fair female She'd walked away Too little to late I step up the pace Walk past the gate Rain runs over my face Spirit falls from grace I purchase a hazy escape at the alcohol place In the chase, I sat down, got a fat frown Weeping and drown in my senses For this love game's expensive I walk in a trance Got a wounded soldier stance And the everyday geezers' stares throw me off balance Now nothing holds significance And nothing holds relevance 'Cause the only thing I can see is her elegance [Chorus x2] |
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Smell of good earthy herbs makes my nerves shudder but where were you that cold December
cos we were in the Grasshopper spending guilders Central Station, charged up like Scarface Amsterdam ain't a nice place off your face, we enter the race Walk down, been there before, done that, no joy, if you're bored, let's go see Roy, get fucked up with the boys Calvin, Schmalvin, I'm well within my limit, oh hang on a minute, these mushrooms just kicked in, think I might be finished The ball game heads for the worse, for what it's worth I might just fall off the edge of the earth, brain's kind of surfing now We wander down darkened pathways in a daze, "Want to buy any cocaine?", am I paranoid? "Yes, you're paranoid" Charlie, darling, please save me, this is raving, take me home to my baby, two bags of mushrooms, room's mushed up and I need a cradle In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy Now getting to the bar's gonna be trouble So the Marlons'll have to be doubles Then you drink doubles The same speed you drink singles Ah beautiful, the barman holds aloft the crystal glass and I'm having all that's in the bubble in the bottom of the bottle Then by three or four, your head's a bit mangled Club's full, you mingle You dance the fandango You sing all your favourite jingles Far gone on one, call me Baron Von Marlon One has a monocle and cigar Dickie-bow and long johns My utility belt tells me it's to the bar Batman Fat cans of that lager then it's straight to the dance-floor For much more fancy footwork, it's adored by many amour Don't awe me with your little sidestep technique Gget to the beat, loosen up, it's The Streets In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy We eat junk food, sat drunk on the tube Every time the train clunks I feel like puking Wonder whether that beautiful bird'll ring, Then it all goes hazy, these are the days we're walking up out and back to the road, talking Well shouting actually, loads more drunk, by Jove, mind's focused, balance fucked up Ra, ra, ra, it's all back to the Dogstar and if it's his round I'm quite partial to another Marlon at the bar Bad idea to start again late, should've given my brain a break Take it easy mate, you start to think you're a state, you definitely are a state In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy |
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A new day, another morning after
Leanin' back on my chair in a greasy spoon cafeteria Last night was some bit leeriness done our way But again we're back in like a day Chattin' shit sittin' at the wall table telling jokes Playin with the salt looking out the window Girl brings two plates of full English over With plenty of scrambled eggs and plenty of fried tomato Get my phone out about give this girl a shout See if she had a nice time last night uptown Ask if she fancy's tryin' it again some time Then Cal grabs the phone like oy!oy!oy!oy! [Chorus] Hold it down boy, your head's getting blurred I know you can't stop thinking of her By all means, you can vibe with this girl But just don't mug yourself, that's all don't mug yourself (Talking) Seriously Mike, you fucker No! No! No! I mean, I'll fuckin', I'm no way really tryin' I mean I'll fuckin', I can take it or leave it, believe And then Calvin's like, oy You need to hold it down Jack Put your phone back Quit starin' into space and eat your snack that's that She'll want you much more for not hangin' on Stop me if I'm wrong, Stop me if I'm wrong Why should she be the one who decides Whether it's off or on, or on, or off or on? Now the girl's rude, I now she's rude But she screwed right through you, you'll be on your knees soon [Chorus] And I'm like, honestly it's not like that Your actin' like I'm prancing like a sap jumpin' when she clap's and that Oy, do you really think I act whack 'Cause I'm telling you I'm servin' the aces and it's game set and match? Perfectly in control of this goal, I've got the lead role Won't be foldin', I'm older than you told, girl sold, high speed's gold Game over, game over, too cold [Chorus: Repeat 2X] |
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Oi oi oi Lee Satchell you bastard
Stop trying to shag the birds and fight the geezers Mines a Kronenberg mate The streets Who got the funk? Geezers geezers geezers Who got the funk? Original pirate material Day in the life of a geezer Crispy, rosco, englands glory Uniq, locked on, andy lewis All Birmingham geezers All London heads Barnet, Brixton, Beckenham You're listening to the streets Original pirate material Day in the life of a geezer Day in the life of a geezer This is just a groove Just a groove. |
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| 3:29 |
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Hello, Hello. My names Terry and I'm a law abider
There's nothing I like more than getting fired up on beer And when the weekends here I to exercise my right to get paralytic and fight Good bloke fairly But I get well leery when geezers look at me funny Bounce 'em round like bunnies I'm likely to cause mischief Good clean grief you must believe and I ain't no thief. Law abiding and all, all legal. And who cares about my liver when it feels good Wwhat you need is some real manhood. Rasher Rasher Barney and Kasha putting peoples backs up. Public disorder, I'll give you public disorder. I down eight pints and run all over the place Spit in the face of an officer See if that bothers you cause I never broke a law in my life Someday I'm gonna settle down with a wife Come on lads lets have another fight Eh hello. My names Tim and I'm a criminal, In the eyes of society I need to be in jail For the choice of herbs I inhale. This ain't no wholesale operation Just a few eighths and some Playstations my's vocation I pose a threat to the nation And down the station the police hold no patients Let's talk space and time I like to get deep sometimes and think about Einstein And Carl Young And old Kung Fu movies I like to see Pass the hydrator please Yeah I'm floating on thin air. Going to Amsterdam in the New Year - top gear there Cause I taker pride in my hobby Home made bongs using my engineering degree Dear Leaders, please legalise weed for these reasons. Like I was saying to him. I told him: "Top with me and you won't leave." So I smacked him in the head and downed another Carling Bada Bada Bing for the lad's night. Mad fight, his face's a sad sight. Vodka and Snake Bite. Going on like a right geez, he's a twat, Shouldn't have looked at me like that. Anyway I'm an upstanding citizen If a war came along I'd be on the front line with em. Can't stand crime either them hooligans on heroin. Drugs and criminals those thugs on the penny coloured will be the downfall of society I've got all the anger pent up inside of me. You know I don't see why I should be the criminal How can something with no recorded fatalities be illegal And how many deaths are there per year from alcohol I just completed Gran Tourismo on the hardest setting We pose no threat on my settee Ooh the pizza's here will someone let him in please "We didn't order chicken, Not a problem we'll pick it out I doubt they meant to mess us about After all we're all adults not louts." As I was saying, we're friendly peaceful people We're not the ones out there causing trouble. We just sit in this hazy bubble with our quarters Discussing how beautiful Gail Porter is. MTV, BBC 2, Channel 4 is on until six in the morning. Then at six in the morning the sun dawns and it's my bedtime. Causing trouble, your stinking rabble Boys saying I'm the lad who's spoiling it You're on drugs it really bugs me when people try and tell me I'm a thug Just for getting drunk I like getting drunk Cause I'm an upstanding citizen If a war came along I'd be on the front line with em. Now Terry you're repeating yourself But that's okay drunk people can't help that. A chemical reaction inside your brain causes you to forget what you're saying. What. I know exactly what I'm saying I'm perfectly sane You stinking student lameo Go get a job and stop robbing us of our taxes. Err, well actually according to research Government funding for further education pales in insignificance When compared to how much they spend on repairing Leery drunk people at the weekend In casualty wards all over the land. Why you cheeky little swine come here I'm gonna batter you. Come here. |
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Turn left up the street
Nothing but gray concrete and deadbeats Grab something to eat, Mickey D's or KFC Only one choice in the city, don't voice in my pity Now let's get to the nitty gritty June reminds me of my first ditty played unique Still 16 and feeling horny Point the sky and feel free See, people are all equal Smiles are front and behind me Swim in the deep blue sea corn fields sway lazily All smiles all easy Where ya from, what ya on and what's ya story? Mezmorizing tones rising pianos, this is my zone so stop cloning Pick paper scissors or stone 'cause me and you are the same I known you all my life I don't know your name (The name's European Bob Sordid, anyway) We'll have a dance now see ya later Pleased to meet ya - likewise, a pleasure We all smile We all sing The night slowly fades and goes slow motion All the commotion becomes floating emotions Same piano loops over, arms wave eyes roll back And jaws fall open, see it's a focus Enchanted is blocking the toilets Dizzy new heights blinded by the lights These people are for life So, back to his place at the end of the night Yo, they could settle wars with this If only they will, imagine the world's leaders on pills And imagine the morning after, falls causing disaster Don't talk to me I don't know ya, but this ain't tomorrow For now I still love ya, hours fly over Sail around diamonds and pearls Never seen so many thick girls Discover new worlds, look at my watch can't focus Last two hours are lost every move fills me with lust All of Life's problems I just shake off Yo, mad little events happen Things might pan out in a few blue Maddens are like the toilets Big beefy bouncers out to reveal us Geezers aren't easy first timers Kids on wiz darlings on Charlie All come together for this party All races many faces from places you never heard of Where ya from, what's ya name and what ya want? Sing to the words fecks to the fat ones The tribal drums the sun's rising We all smile We all sing Then the girl in the cafe taps me on the shoulder I realize five years went by and I'm older Memories smolder, winter's colder But that same piano loops over and over and over The road shines and the rain washes away Same Chinese take-away selling shit in a tray Stalk all around I walk down same sights same sounds New beats, though, solid concrete under my feet No surprises no treats The world stands still as my mind slushes around The washer nut bolt in my crown The life's been up and down since I walked from that crowd We all smile We all sing Out of respect for Johnnie Walker, Paul Oakenfold, Nicky Holloway Danny Rampling and all the people who gave us these times And to the government, I stick my middle finger up With regards to the criminal justice bill For all the heroes out and on the way We all sing ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By MICHAEL GEOFFREY SKINNER <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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Cos this world swallows souls
And when the blues unfold It gets cold silence burns holes You're going mad Perhaps you always were But when things was good you just didn't care This is called irony When you most need to get up you got no energy Time and time shit'll happen The dark shit's unwrapping But no-one's listening your mates are laughing Your brethren's fucking and then you start hating Your stomach starts churning and you mind starts turning. So smoke another draw It won't matter no more but the next day still feels sore Rain taps on your window Always did tho but you didn't hear it when things were so-so You're on your own now Your little zone you were born alone and believe me you'll die alone Weed becomes a chore You want the buzz back so you follow the others onto smack Just trying to stay positive Just trying to stay positive Just trying to stay positive Just trying to stay positive Feels nice and still Good thing about brown is it always will It's easy, no-one blames you It's that world out there that's fucked you You know less of a person and if God exists He still loves you Just remember that - the more you sink the further back from that brink Maybe you've lifetime scars and you think tattoos might be more fitting But who's picking? Searching for yourself you find demons Try and be a freeman and grasp that talisman Cos your the same as I am We all need our fellow man We all need our samaritan. Maybe I'm better looking than you tho Maybe I've got more dough - but am I happier... no. Get the love of a good girl and your world will be much richer than my world And your happyness will uncurl Just trying to stay positive Just trying to stay positive Just trying to stay positive Just trying to stay positive Stop dreaming People who say that are blaspheming They're doing nine to five and moaning And they don't want you succeeding when theyve blown it And you idols - who are they? They too dreamt about their day Positive steps will see your goals. Whether it's dollars or control, feel the gold. I aint helping you climb the ladder I'm busy climbing mine. That's how it's been since the dawn of time If you reach a cul-de-sac The world turns it's back This is you zone, it's like blackjack He might get the ace or the top one So organise your two's and three's into a run then you'll have fucked him son And for that you'll be the better one One last thing before you go though When you feel better tommorow you'll be a hero But never forget today. you could be back here Things can stray What if you see me in that window? You won't help me I know. That's cool, just keep walking where you go. Carry on through the estate, stare at the geezers so they know you aint lightweight And go see your mates And when they don't look happy Play them this tape Just trying to stay positive Just trying to stay positive Just trying to stay positive Just trying to stay positive I hope you understand me Just trying to stay positive I aint no preaching fucker and I aint no do-goody-goody either This is about when shit goes pear-shaped And if you aren't or ever have been at rock bottom then good luck to you in the big wide world But remember that one day shit might just start crumbling Your bird might fuck off or you might loose your job It's when that happens that what I'm talking about will feel much more important to you So if you aint feeling it, just be thankfull that everythings cool in your world Respect to BC Positivity Positivity Just trying to stay positive Just trying to stay positive Just trying to stay positive Just trying to stay positive |
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