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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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from The Streets - All Got Our Runnins (0000)
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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from The Streets - All Got Our Runnins (0000)
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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from The Streets - All Got Our Runnins (0000)
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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from The Streets - Original Pirate Material (2002)
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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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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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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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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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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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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from The Streets - Original Pirate Material (2002)
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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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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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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from The Streets - Original Pirate Material (2002)
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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from The Streets - Original Pirate Material (2002)
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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from The Streets - Original Pirate Material (2002)
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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from The Streets - Original Pirate Material (2002)
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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from The Streets - Original Pirate Material (2002)
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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from The Streets - Original Pirate Material (2002)
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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from The Streets - Don't Mug Yourself (2003)
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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from The Streets - Don't Mug Yourself (2003)
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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from The Streets - Don't Mug Yourself (2003)
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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from The Streets - Don't Mug Yourself (2003)
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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from The Streets - Don't Mug Yourself (2003)
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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from The Streets - Don't Mug Yourself (2003)
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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from The Streets - A Grand Don'T Come For Free (2004)
'Cause her last relationship fucked her up
Got hurt majorly, finds it tough to trust Looked at the ashtray, then looked back up Spinnin' it away on the tabletop She looked much fitter than Saturday just She worked in JD's with Dan Back then I figured she was pretty damn rough But she was only wearin' her work stuff And in these clothes she looked more than buff She stirred her straw, sat up to adjust I told her I thought it was important That you could get lost in conversation Chattin' shit, sittin' in, oblivion With that person who's your special one She said she was the worst pool player under the sun But blokes go easy so she always won [Chorus] I saw this thing on ITV the other week Said, that if she played with her hair, she's probably keen She's playin' with her hair, well regularly So I reckon I could well be in She didn't look too bored with what I was sayin' Her hair looked much better than the other day She had her fingers 'round her hair, playin' I Saw on the telly that's a good indication Stood up to buy the next drink though, "Nay." Suppose that's just our girl's way I'm tryin' to think what else I could say Peelin' the label off, spinnin' the ashtray Yeah actually, yes, she did look pretty neat Her perfume smelled expensive and sweet I felt like my hair looked a bit cheap Wished I'd had it cut back last week She kept givin' me this look, cause she would speak Was she only friendly, or was she a keep? Asked her if she wanted the same again to drink Started to turn and get up out my seat [Chorus] She said that her close mates all were Always the most important thing to her I said I thought it was a bit more blurred She asked what I meant by that as she stirred I told her about the money and what had occurred With it goin' missing from the living room, so With my best mates all there standin' by Right where I left it, under their eyes So surely one of them might have spied What happened to my money at that time I felt like they were all smilin' on the side She was like "fair play" she couldn't say why She didn't know what all my mates were like And I said she just might be right Wish I had someone I could always rely Someone to get lost chattin' to all night [Chorus] As I walked back with more drinks to our place She had her phone stuck to the side of her face I sat for a minute while she chatted away 'Bout somethin' with her mom and her birthday Played for a bit with the same ashtray Thought about things while I sat and waited It was nice to chat about the shit in my head Someone who just listens to you instead I looked at the barman, wiping down again Looked at the football on the TV set Tryin' to look like I weren't just waitin' there For her conversation to come to an end I look at my watch and realized right then That, for three hours, been in conversation Before she put her phone down, she switched to silent And we carried on chattin' for more than that again [Chorus: Repeat 2X] |
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from The Streets - A Grand Don'T Come For Free (2004)
In one single moment your
whole life can turn round I stand there for a minute starin straight into the ground Lookin to the left slightly then lookin back down World feels like it's caved in proper sorry frown Please let me show you where we could only just be for us I can change and I can grow or we could adjust The wicked thing about us is we always have trust We can even have an open relation ship if you must I look at her she stares almost straight back at me But her eyes glaze over like she's lookin straight through me Then her eyes must have closed for what seems an eternity When they open up she's lookin down at her feet Dry your eyes mate I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up There's plenty more fish in the sea Dry your eyes mate I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts But you've got to walk away now It's over So then I move my hand up from down by my side It's shakin my life is crashin before my eyes Turn the palm of my hand up to face the skies Touch the bottom of her chin and let out a sigh Cause I can't imagine my life without you and me There's things I can't imagine doin things I can't imagine seein It weren't supposed to be easy surely Please please I beg you please She brings her hands up towards where my hands rested She wraps her fingers round mine with the softness she's blessed with She peels away my fingers looks at me and then gestures By pushin my hand away to my chest from hers Dry your eyes mate I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up There's plenty more fish in the sea Dry your eyes mate I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts But you've got to walk away now It's over I know in the past I've found it hard to say Tellin you things but not tellin straight But the more I pull on your hand and say The more you pull away Dry your eyes mate I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up There's plenty more fish in the sea Dry your eyes mate I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts But you've got to walk away now |
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from The Streets - A Grand Don'T Come For Free (2004)
If I want to sit in and drink super tenants in the day I will
No one's going to fucking tell me jack But can you rely on anyone in this world? No, you can't It's not my fault there's wall-to-wall empty cans Everyone wanted this to all go wrong for me from the start It's fucked up that a man's life can just be attacked Watching this morning with a beer Is much better than relying on Unknown cunts for mates I was given That don't have my back Scott texted me to say he'd have a look at the TV for me But I laid it down telling him to fuck right off chap Phoned this company out the yellow pages Told them to take away the TV and fix it quick snap The next day they took away the TV Told me they would repair the little bit That's broken round on the back I thought that would be that but the next bit was on top This was where it all started to get a bit out of hand [Chorus 1] No one gives a crap about Mike That's why I'm acting nasty You know what you can do with your life Introduce it up your jacksie 'Cause no one gives a crap about Mike That's why I'm acting nasty You know what you can do with your life Introduce it up your jacksie The TV man comes back later, knocks on mine To say he's found something in the back of the TV I'm looking at it absolutely speechless, can't quite believe He's trying to pull this fucking stunt on me I knew it was a simple case of the power supply gone on the back But he's trying to tap me up for more money He says it's not like that and I'm like "Fuck off and die!" And stick up my two fingers and one more to make three He says "Don't talk to me like that", and I don't understand My face is in his face, I tell him I understand perfectly And he grabs my shirt and I grab his face with my hand So he brings his fist up and twats me a good one on my cheek Now I'm trying to pull his head down so I can knee it But he's got my ear He's twisting it round so much that it's Really hurting me And we both go down on the floor, and he pushes my head back Onto the corner of the fridge which is, total agony Then he gets up and runs out the kitchen, and out of the door Shouting stuff to me, slams his door, shouting at me So here I am in my house, drinking on my own settee Everyone's a cunt in this life, no one's there for me [Chorus 1] If I want to sit in and drink super tenants in the day I will No one's going to fucking tell me jack But can you rely on anyone in this world? No, you can't It's all my fault there's wall-to-wall empty cans I sat in the kitchen all fucked off Imagining over and over what they're all doing behind my back Dodgy things going on, actions I regretted Stain bottle with a pipe and tin foil on the mat Scott texted me to say he'd have a look at the TV for me And I felt like just telling him to fuck right off chap But what he said about wanting to do the right thing by both mates And then opting to stay out? It seemed to match But I told him he could make it up by fixing the TV He said that's the least he could do to square things flat I thought that would be that but then the next bit was mad This is where everything started to all turn back [Chorus 2] The end of the something I did not want to end Beginning of hard times to come But something that was not meant to be is done And this is the start of what was He had to unscrew about fifteen screws Before he could pull the panel off the back To get in the fecking thing But just as he did so, he said he saw something That slipped inside behind the panel Down the back of it Must have been some leaflets or a bill maybe I didn't want to lose the bill in case it was a final warning So we both tried to get the back off and work out If there was any more screws to get out Or if we left any in And when he looked down the back of the TV his eyes just froze Before he rammed his hand in, saying, "No shit!" He's looking at me absolutely speechless He can't quite believe what he's trying to pull, out the slip I get up wondering what he's smiling about He's shaking his head at this point with, the biggest of grins I look down the back of the TV and that's where it was In all its glory?my thousand quid [Chorus 2] About two this afternoon the last of the people left my house 'Cause they never stop chatting 'til all the rackets gone I really feel like things clicked into place at some point Or maybe it's the fact that me and Alison really got on Or maybe it's that I realized that it is true No one's really there fighting for you in the last garrison No one except yourself that is No one except you You are the one who's got your back 'til the last deeds done Scott can't have my back 'til the absolute end 'Cause he's got to look out for what over his horizon He's gotta make sure he's not lonely, not broke It's enough to worry about keeping his own head above I shut the door behind me, huddled up in my coat Condensation floating off my breath, squinted out the sun My jeans feel a bit tight, think I washed them too high I was gonna be late, so I picked up my pace to run [Chorus 2: Repeat 4X] |
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from The Streets - A Grand Don'T Come For Free (2004)
Excuse me girl
I know its a bit embarrassing But I just noticed some tan lines.. On your shirt! See I reckon you're about an eight or a nine Maybe even nine and a half in four beers time That blue top shop top you've got on is nice Bit too much fake tan though - but yeah you score high But there's just one little thing that really really Really really annoying me about you you see Yeah yeah like I said you are really fit But my gosh don't you just know it [Chorus] I'm not trying to pull you Even though I would like to I think you are really fit You're fit but my gosh don't you know it So when I looked at you standing there with your hoard I was waiting in the que looking at the board Wondering whether to have a Burger or chips Or what the shrapnel in my back pocket could afford When I noticed out the corner of my eye Looking toward my direction Your eyes locked onto my course I couldn't concentrate on what I wanted to order Which cost me my place in the queue I waited for yeah [Chorus] Whoa! Leave it out Are you smoking something? Leave it out Mike just leave it just leave it We cannot have that behavior in this establishment S'not worth it mike, just leave it Don't touch me, s'not worth it Don't touch me, D, look 'm alright don't touch me For a while there I was thinkin' - yeah but what if? Picturin' myself pullin' with bare white hot wit Snarin' you as you were standing there opposite Whether or not you knew it I swear you didn't tick And when that bloke in the white behind us lot queuing Was clockin' onto you too yeah I had to admit That yeah yeah you are fit And yeah I do want it But I stop sharkin' for a minute to get chips and drinks [Chorus] Oy, just as you started to make your big advance With the milkshake and that little doughnut in hand I was like nah, I can't, even though you look grand But you look sharp there smilin' hard suggesting and Gleaming away with your hearty hearty lookin' tan But I admit the next bit was spanner to my plan You walked towards my path but just brushed right past And into the arms of that white shirted man [Chorus] Oh what do I give .. I've got a girlfriend anyway (whoa, we've all had a drink mate) We're all a bit drunk, yeah we've had a few fair play I got this Stella I bombed from that last cafe This nights not even begun, yes yes oh yay I did fancy you a bit though yeah I must say I would rather I hadn't mugged myself on display But this is just another case of female stopping play On otherwise a total result of a holiday [Chorus] |
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from The Streets - A Grand Don'T Come For Free (2004)
I'm about to do something crazy, you'll regret this, I swear
This one time I really needed you to head over mine where I was throwing up all morning, it was all in my hair Then because I was so dizzy I almost fell down the stairs Like you always do, you know, you just don't fucking care [Chorus] Go, get out of my house, please Actually give me back my keys, but I'll be proper angry, if You're not back later on your knees Look Come on, calm down, it wasn't all totally like that You're over-reacting just a bit, maybe we can sit down and chat It's just, you know, I had stuff to do, you know, this and that Maybe it wasn't so important as you being in the sack But I had to sort out my pills man; I needed to stock up my stash I couldn't do it any other day, I had to do it then, quick snap And you didn't want me there last Sat., so I left you on your jack And this Saturday I thought it was the same deal as last Sat. at your gaff [Chorus] You don't care about my broken TV I sit on my sofa all day smoking weed I never phoned that bloke from the TV company So please don't be like this, please, please, please Actually now I think about it, what am I guilty about? I felt like I was in the wrong, I felt like I was the lout Oy, this is what happened last Saturday now, I think I remember now You were ill last Saturday and two weeks before that little bout You know I need that medication for my epilepsy now Or I run the risk of having a fit, you know I can't go without So when you being in bed is because last night you got pissed It's you that's being selfish, it's you that don't give a shit I'm gone, I'll get out your house, then I'll never, be back again, but I'll still be 'ceiving when, you Text me to make up and be friends [ad libs to end] |
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from The Streets - A Grand Don'T Come For Free (2004)
It was supposed to be so easy...
Just take back the DVD Withdraw that extra money Tell mum I wouldn't be back for tea Then grab my savings and hurry So first to get the film back in time To avoid that big fine I had to do a fast hill climb But a faster decline But I flew a bit quick Arms like a lunatic Had to stop for a few ticks I started feeling sick Got to the video shop in a state But chuffed it, wouldn't be late Only when he flicked open the case I'd left the disc at my place [Chorus] Today I have achieved absolutely naught In just being out of the house, I've lost out If I wanted to end up with more now I should have just stayed in bed like I know how So I failed on the DVD But I still had to get the money Tell mum I couldn't make tea Get the savings and then hurry Rushin' to the cash machine Still a bit mashed and lean Then of course a mandatory car Drives by and splashes me Get there the queue's outrageous Ladies taking ages My rage is blowing gauges How long's it take to validate your wages? At last my turn comes Press the 50 squid button: Insufficient funds [Chorus] So I failed on the DVD Couldn't withdraw any money But I still had to call mum Get the savings, and then hurry So to call mum so that I could tell her I can't go and that At least I remembered my phone, man I didn't know her number offhand Where's my phone, have I got it? Oh this is a crock of shit! I lost the fucking thing Wait, wait, it's in my pocket But the batteries nearly flat Got to call, quick snap Aww shit, the battery is flat [Chorus] So I've failed on the DVD Couldn't withdraw any money Or call mum about tea I'll have to get the savings and hurry But where was the money? I knew I'd left it on the Side, next to the telly This is not even funny I left it in the living room Ready to pick up as soon As I passed through On the way out to the rendezvous So the shoebox full of money Just disappearing from me That's not what I call funny +A grand don't come for free+ [Chorus] Oy, soaked to the bone in me jeans You want me to stop? I imagine my mum's weeping right now And the thousand pounds you swore That I left on the table this morn Has simply disappeared before my eyes, his eyes, and yours And I'm a thousand pounds poorer Hundred thousand pennies, no more A thousandth of a million squid Or two monkeys Or a whole fifty scores Gone, withdrawn, from my life The money is no more for sure It was supposed to be so easy... |
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from The Streets - A Grand Don'T Come For Free (2004)
It's his lucky day, that's a given
He'll tick the box on the slip, and then just watch and learn He's not addicted, he can stop anytime But this is gonna pay, he feels it this one'll be fine This time I know I'm gonna smash the bet I foresee it smacked in the back of the net Men grip slips, wipe their hands that sweat The camera pans the away fans end Twenty quid for blues to thrash the reds Then cash that cash, when the ref has said My mates out, his pads a mess Its getting late, I've not dashed yet The question I have to ask myself Is can I see us not battering them? If I cant see that, happening then I'm gonna put all my money down on one fat bet Now I don't know the first thing about football But my instincts tell me this is my windfall It's his lucky day, that's a given He'll tick the box on the slip, and then just watch and learn He's not addicted, he can stop anytime But this is gonna pay, he feels it this one'll be fine This time I know I woulda cashed the lot I woulda held in my hand the whole jackpot The games won, the ends have a swap 2-0 up they're getting mashed up But I wont win now, the chance flopped Cause I couldn't make it to the damn shop Might as well put tea in that pot Ive got nowhere else I have to bop The question I have to ask one Is how I managed, not to manage the trot Maybe I could phone in and slap it on Put all my money on a mid-match one Yes, I don't know the first thing about football But my instincts tell me this is my windfall It's his lucky day, that's a given He'll tick the box on the slip, and then just watch and learn He's not addicted, he can stop anytime But this is gonna pay, he feels it this one'll be fine Shit, I'm mad glad I didn't back that match Suppose to be an unproblematic catch Full time the whistle blasted after The last passer, passed the last pass Would you believe how we fell back Three goals lost in the last half So glad I was stranded back at the flat Wincing at every goal we let em have The question I now have to ask Is how the fuck did we get smashed that bad? I just very, very nearly, nearly Lost every penny of all my cash Yes, I don't know the first thing about football And my instincts almost led me to a pitfall It's his lucky day, that was barmy He didn't tick the box on the slip, and what a relief He's not addicted, he can stop anytime But next time he will be more lucky, next time he'll be fined [x2] I need to rethink the technique of my betting shit Maybe change the parameters a little bit Instead of betting on to win the football I'll bet to lose the cricket |
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from The Streets - A Grand Don'T Come For Free (2004)
Yeah safe man, you ok?
Just calling to ensure you got back in Hope you coped yesterday, cos I felt well damn grim But yeah in the air on the plane my stomach was turning Man I was hanging head-to-sted on the headrest in pain Prayed away all my bad sins Lost count of the plain chardonnays before the fourth or maybe the fifth In future I need to abstain If only id had a bit of discipline But worth every bit of spare change Pure clowning down to the last drink (Hang on let me slam the door mate; just pause that thought for a bit) Why did I have to go and do a stupid thing like that Coz yeah it felt like we were through though But I could've ruined it, I'm such a twat I've been pacing the place well paralysed since I got back in with my bags though Yeah I'm too aware that last night was way mad slack I know Carried in a gang I lost sight of Simone On her own back at home Distracted from the fact it weren't right could have raised up the hand but no Simone was moaning and that about me playing away on this holiday She was watching the box at her dad's house there, preparing spliffs away As I'm smacking glasses down at George Bests best session rate (Can you hear me? Na sorry mate your fuzzy mate I can't hear ya) Why did I have to go and do a stupid thing like that Coz yeah it felt like we were through though But I could've ruined it, I'm such a twat (I lost you for a minute yeah yeah I can hear you now) See I mean that the true thing though I suppose I chose myself to allow I was weak and stupid but as far as I viewed anyhow She couldn't have been it for me, the only girl id ever go out with I didn't want to waste my youth in a girl's house to the sound of spliffs And when she got in a mood with me in that text about that thing I just switched off the phone when she started shouting Coming to a conclusion I couldn't be bothered with anymore rowing Why did I have to go and do a stupid thing like that Coz yeah it felt like we were through though But I could've ruined it, I'm such a twat (Nah nah nah) And then after shots made me lose the plot It all got a bit bizarre And that incident with the ice cream I forgot, it all ended in our vodka What I can remembers a blotch I got a fat bruise on my arm She weren't even much too hot but she totally mugged me up like rah She knew exactly what she was doing and it all went a bit too far She was with that bloke in the white top in McDonalds car park And then she let me chat her up later on in that lovely little bar (Hello? Ahh fucking phones man) Why did I have to go and do a stupid thing like that Coz yeah it felt like we were through though But I could've ruined it, I'm such a twat (Yeah I think we got cut off, yeah I got crap reception in my house. I have to stand in a certain spot in my kitchen or it cuts out) Yeah you know I was potty to even let myself allow it I would if I could just swap what happened then for right now And if she ever found out how far it got it would be more than just a row This whole thing just got on top but its her that I want, no doubt So in a way its helped me doing wrong I know I've fucked up now This is where that dodgy shit stops She's just gotta not find out Why did I have to go and do a stupid thing like that Coz yeah it felt like we were through though But I could've ruined it, I'm such a twat Why did I have to go and do a stupid thing like that Coz yeah it felt like we were through though But I could've ruined it, I'm such a twat |
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from The Streets - A Grand Don'T Come For Free (2004)
I wish I could read what his eyes are sayin'
Staring straight and not blinking He's not giving anything away What is he thinking? I wish I could read what his eyes are sayin' Staring straight and not blinking He's not giving anything away What is he thinking? Can't seem to do anything but stare My C.P coat is lyin' just there Draped over the edge of that dusty chair All fits into place suddenly Yeh my coat was hangin' up under my stairs But one day it went leaving the cupboard bare The facts all click in and become square He stole it while I was unaware But why's he denying it when it's so bate Looking at the telly, won't look over straight Why's he not flappin' and explaining away? To one very fuckin' frustrated mate Dan's been trustin' every word Scott says He believes in mates so fair play But Scott's story is too far outweighed And I'm gonna act before its too late I wish I could read what his eyes are sayin' Staring straight and not blinking He's not giving anything away What is he thinking? I wish I could read what his eyes are sayin' Staring straight and not blinking He's not giving anything away What is he thinking? [Wayney G] This must all look a bit weird It's Mike's C.P coat sittin' here Draped over the chair So that it appears to all fit me up suddenly And clear I'm gonna have to just try and volunteer An answer 'bout the man who left the bomber here He must've picked it up from Mikes dear Girls house When the weather wasn't clear The man must've thought it was Simone's coat We didn't think it was Mike's coat though I can't just deny it 'cause my face shows Lookin' at the telly's not aidin', no I can't tell Mike this man didn't know And innocently borrowed the coat at Simone's 'cause then Mike would demand to know Why this man was even at Simone's [Mike] That frown could mean anything [Wayney G] What the fuck am I gonna do now? He know's I'm lyin' [Mike] I wish I could read his mind [Wayney G] It's written all over my face I wish I could read what his eyes are sayin' Staring straight and not blinking He's not giving anything away What is he thinking? I wish I could read what his eyes are sayin' Staring straight and not blinking He's not giving anything away What is he thinking? [Mike] What the fuck's he saying she had the garm' Either he has gone John Barnes Or he's tryin' to spin me a con's yarn He think's he's the fucking don gar How long have I undergone his smarm? Shruggin' it all off as fun charm If he don't stop lookin' at the TV though I'm gonna wrap the cable round his wee throat Hang on Scott says Simone had the coat Where did he see her on the d.low What is it I don't need to know? Is he scheming to be near Simone? In the club I wondered what was on the go Dan was tryin' to keep Scott from being close And Scott teefed me money and his teefed me coat And he's trying to steal me girlfriend from under me nose I wish I could read what his eyes are sayin' Staring straight and not blinking He's not giving anything away What is he thinking? I wish I could read what his eyes are sayin' Staring straight and not blinking He's not giving anything away What is he thinking? [Wayney G] Right I can't be bothered with this no more I'm gonna have to tell him I owe him the score I wish I could tell him about the dough on the draws That's somethin' I don't know, I swore The coat thing will look dodgy loads more If I don't throw it down as the crow soars I'd better put the video on pause Face up toe-to-toe over the floor He really needs to know how his jacket Miraculously appeared round my gaff, here And the man that left it's been shagging Mike's girl behind Mike's back and thing This shit's all got a bit out of hand There's no options I'm all down on plans I'm jus' gonna have to split it now, man Tell Mike the person that bought the coat 'round Was.....Dan ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By MIKE SKINNER <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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from The Streets - Dry Your Eyes (2004)
In one single moment your
whole life can turn round I stand there for a minute starin straight into the ground Lookin to the left slightly then lookin back down World feels like it's caved in proper sorry frown Please let me show you where we could only just be for us I can change and I can grow or we could adjust The wicked thing about us is we always have trust We can even have an open relation ship if you must I look at her she stares almost straight back at me But her eyes glaze over like she's lookin straight through me Then her eyes must have closed for what seems an eternity When they open up she's lookin down at her feet Dry your eyes mate I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up There's plenty more fish in the sea Dry your eyes mate I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts But you've got to walk away now It's over So then I move my hand up from down by my side It's shakin my life is crashin before my eyes Turn the palm of my hand up to face the skies Touch the bottom of her chin and let out a sigh Cause I can't imagine my life without you and me There's things I can't imagine doin things I can't imagine seein It weren't supposed to be easy surely Please please I beg you please She brings her hands up towards where my hands rested She wraps her fingers round mine with the softness she's blessed with She peels away my fingers looks at me and then gestures By pushin my hand away to my chest from hers Dry your eyes mate I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up There's plenty more fish in the sea Dry your eyes mate I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts But you've got to walk away now It's over I know in the past I've found it hard to say Tellin you things but not tellin straight But the more I pull on your hand and say The more you pull away Dry your eyes mate I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up There's plenty more fish in the sea Dry your eyes mate I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts But you've got to walk away now |
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from The Streets - Dry Your Eyes (2004)
In one single moment your
whole life can turn round I stand there for a minute starin straight into the ground Lookin to the left slightly then lookin back down World feels like it's caved in proper sorry frown Please let me show you where we could only just be for us I can change and I can grow or we could adjust The wicked thing about us is we always have trust We can even have an open relation ship if you must I look at her she stares almost straight back at me But her eyes glaze over like she's lookin straight through me Then her eyes must have closed for what seems an eternity When they open up she's lookin down at her feet Dry your eyes mate I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up There's plenty more fish in the sea Dry your eyes mate I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts But you've got to walk away now It's over So then I move my hand up from down by my side It's shakin my life is crashin before my eyes Turn the palm of my hand up to face the skies Touch the bottom of her chin and let out a sigh Cause I can't imagine my life without you and me There's things I can't imagine doin things I can't imagine seein It weren't supposed to be easy surely Please please I beg you please She brings her hands up towards where my hands rested She wraps her fingers round mine with the softness she's blessed with She peels away my fingers looks at me and then gestures By pushin my hand away to my chest from hers Dry your eyes mate I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up There's plenty more fish in the sea Dry your eyes mate I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts But you've got to walk away now It's over I know in the past I've found it hard to say Tellin you things but not tellin straight But the more I pull on your hand and say The more you pull away Dry your eyes mate I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up There's plenty more fish in the sea Dry your eyes mate I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts But you've got to walk away now |
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from The Streets - Dry Your Eyes (2004)
In one single moment your
whole life can turn round I stand there for a minute starin straight into the ground Lookin to the left slightly then lookin back down World feels like it's caved in proper sorry frown Please let me show you where we could only just be for us I can change and I can grow or we could adjust The wicked thing about us is we always have trust We can even have an open relation ship if you must I look at her she stares almost straight back at me But her eyes glaze over like she's lookin straight through me Then her eyes must have closed for what seems an eternity When they open up she's lookin down at her feet Dry your eyes mate I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up There's plenty more fish in the sea Dry your eyes mate I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts But you've got to walk away now It's over So then I move my hand up from down by my side It's shakin my life is crashin before my eyes Turn the palm of my hand up to face the skies Touch the bottom of her chin and let out a sigh Cause I can't imagine my life without you and me There's things I can't imagine doin things I can't imagine seein It weren't supposed to be easy surely Please please I beg you please She brings her hands up towards where my hands rested She wraps her fingers round mine with the softness she's blessed with She peels away my fingers looks at me and then gestures By pushin my hand away to my chest from hers Dry your eyes mate I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up There's plenty more fish in the sea Dry your eyes mate I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts But you've got to walk away now It's over I know in the past I've found it hard to say Tellin you things but not tellin straight But the more I pull on your hand and say The more you pull away Dry your eyes mate I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up There's plenty more fish in the sea Dry your eyes mate I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts But you've got to walk away now |
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from The Streets - Dry Your Eyes (2004)
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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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from The Streets - Dry Your Eyes (2004)
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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from The Streets - Dry Your Eyes (2004)
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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from The Streets - Dry Your Eyes (2004)
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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from The Streets - Original Pirate Material (2005)
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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from The Streets - Original Pirate Material (2005)
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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from The Streets - Original Pirate Material (2005)
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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from The Streets - Original Pirate Material (2005)
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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from The Streets - Original Pirate Material (2005)
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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from The Streets - Original Pirate Material (2005)
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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from The Streets - Original Pirate Material (2005)
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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from The Streets - Original Pirate Material (2005)
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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from The Streets - Original Pirate Material (2005)
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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from The Streets - Original Pirate Material (2005)
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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from The Streets - Original Pirate Material (2005)
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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from The Streets - Original Pirate Material (2005)
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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from The Streets - Original Pirate Material (2005)
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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from The Streets - Fit But You Know It (2006)
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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from The Streets - Fit But You Know It (2006)
Excuse me girl
I know its a bit embarrassing But I just noticed some tan lines.. On your shirt! See I reckon you're about an eight or a nine Maybe even nine and a half in four beers time That blue top shop top you've got on is nice Bit too much fake tan though - but yeah you score high But there's just one little thing that really really Really really annoying me about you you see Yeah yeah like I said you are really fit But my gosh don't you just know it [Chorus] I'm not trying to pull you Even though I would like to I think you are really fit You're fit but my gosh don't you know it So when I looked at you standing there with your hoard I was waiting in the que looking at the board Wondering whether to have a Burger or chips Or what the shrapnel in my back pocket could afford When I noticed out the corner of my eye Looking toward my direction Your eyes locked onto my course I couldn't concentrate on what I wanted to order Which cost me my place in the queue I waited for yeah [Chorus] Whoa! Leave it out Are you smoking something? Leave it out Mike just leave it just leave it We cannot have that behavior in this establishment S'not worth it mike, just leave it Don't touch me, s'not worth it Don't touch me, D, look 'm alright don't touch me For a while there I was thinkin' - yeah but what if? Picturin' myself pullin' with bare white hot wit Snarin' you as you were standing there opposite Whether or not you knew it I swear you didn't tick And when that bloke in the white behind us lot queuing Was clockin' onto you too yeah I had to admit That yeah yeah you are fit And yeah I do want it But I stop sharkin' for a minute to get chips and drinks [Chorus] Oy, just as you started to make your big advance With the milkshake and that little doughnut in hand I was like nah, I can't, even though you look grand But you look sharp there smilin' hard suggesting and Gleaming away with your hearty hearty lookin' tan But I admit the next bit was spanner to my plan You walked towards my path but just brushed right past And into the arms of that white shirted man [Chorus] Oh what do I give .. I've got a girlfriend anyway (whoa, we've all had a drink mate) We're all a bit drunk, yeah we've had a few fair play I got this Stella I bombed from that last cafe This nights not even begun, yes yes oh yay I did fancy you a bit though yeah I must say I would rather I hadn't mugged myself on display But this is just another case of female stopping play On otherwise a total result of a holiday [Chorus] |
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from The Streets - Fit But You Know It (2006)
Excuse me girl
I know its a bit embarrassing But I just noticed some tan lines.. On your shirt! See I reckon you're about an eight or a nine Maybe even nine and a half in four beers time That blue top shop top you've got on is nice Bit too much fake tan though - but yeah you score high But there's just one little thing that really really Really really annoying me about you you see Yeah yeah like I said you are really fit But my gosh don't you just know it [Chorus] I'm not trying to pull you Even though I would like to I think you are really fit You're fit but my gosh don't you know it So when I looked at you standing there with your hoard I was waiting in the que looking at the board Wondering whether to have a Burger or chips Or what the shrapnel in my back pocket could afford When I noticed out the corner of my eye Looking toward my direction Your eyes locked onto my course I couldn't concentrate on what I wanted to order Which cost me my place in the queue I waited for yeah [Chorus] Whoa! Leave it out Are you smoking something? Leave it out Mike just leave it just leave it We cannot have that behavior in this establishment S'not worth it mike, just leave it Don't touch me, s'not worth it Don't touch me, D, look 'm alright don't touch me For a while there I was thinkin' - yeah but what if? Picturin' myself pullin' with bare white hot wit Snarin' you as you were standing there opposite Whether or not you knew it I swear you didn't tick And when that bloke in the white behind us lot queuing Was clockin' onto you too yeah I had to admit That yeah yeah you are fit And yeah I do want it But I stop sharkin' for a minute to get chips and drinks [Chorus] Oy, just as you started to make your big advance With the milkshake and that little doughnut in hand I was like nah, I can't, even though you look grand But you look sharp there smilin' hard suggesting and Gleaming away with your hearty hearty lookin' tan But I admit the next bit was spanner to my plan You walked towards my path but just brushed right past And into the arms of that white shirted man [Chorus] Oh what do I give .. I've got a girlfriend anyway (whoa, we've all had a drink mate) We're all a bit drunk, yeah we've had a few fair play I got this Stella I bombed from that last cafe This nights not even begun, yes yes oh yay I did fancy you a bit though yeah I must say I would rather I hadn't mugged myself on display But this is just another case of female stopping play On otherwise a total result of a holiday [Chorus] |
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from The Streets - Fit But You Know It (2006)
Excuse me girl
I know its a bit embarrassing But I just noticed some tan lines.. On your shirt! See I reckon you're about an eight or a nine Maybe even nine and a half in four beers time That blue top shop top you've got on is nice Bit too much fake tan though - but yeah you score high But there's just one little thing that really really Really really annoying me about you you see Yeah yeah like I said you are really fit But my gosh don't you just know it [Chorus] I'm not trying to pull you Even though I would like to I think you are really fit You're fit but my gosh don't you know it So when I looked at you standing there with your hoard I was waiting in the que looking at the board Wondering whether to have a Burger or chips Or what the shrapnel in my back pocket could afford When I noticed out the corner of my eye Looking toward my direction Your eyes locked onto my course I couldn't concentrate on what I wanted to order Which cost me my place in the queue I waited for yeah [Chorus] Whoa! Leave it out Are you smoking something? Leave it out Mike just leave it just leave it We cannot have that behavior in this establishment S'not worth it mike, just leave it Don't touch me, s'not worth it Don't touch me, D, look 'm alright don't touch me For a while there I was thinkin' - yeah but what if? Picturin' myself pullin' with bare white hot wit Snarin' you as you were standing there opposite Whether or not you knew it I swear you didn't tick And when that bloke in the white behind us lot queuing Was clockin' onto you too yeah I had to admit That yeah yeah you are fit And yeah I do want it But I stop sharkin' for a minute to get chips and drinks [Chorus] Oy, just as you started to make your big advance With the milkshake and that little doughnut in hand I was like nah, I can't, even though you look grand But you look sharp there smilin' hard suggesting and Gleaming away with your hearty hearty lookin' tan But I admit the next bit was spanner to my plan You walked towards my path but just brushed right past And into the arms of that white shirted man [Chorus] Oh what do I give .. I've got a girlfriend anyway (whoa, we've all had a drink mate) We're all a bit drunk, yeah we've had a few fair play I got this Stella I bombed from that last cafe This nights not even begun, yes yes oh yay I did fancy you a bit though yeah I must say I would rather I hadn't mugged myself on display But this is just another case of female stopping play On otherwise a total result of a holiday [Chorus] |
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from The Streets - Blinded By The Lights (2006)
That's the one, oy
How did he not find the baggy, with his hand in my shoe? Way too close for me, oh well at least they allowed me through Should be a good night in here, Ramo in the main room People keep pushing me though, no reception on the phone And I'm thinking.. (woman's voice) Lights are blinding my eyes They said they'd be here they said, they said in the corner And I'm thinking.. People pushing by, and walking off into the night These look well speckly, bit of green and blue Threes is well cheap though, so I'll take three if I need to Right I'm on the plan, I wish the bouncers would go away Borrow water off this man, here goes nothing OK And I'm thinking.. Lights are blinding my eyes That's proper rank, that tastes like hairspray And I'm thinking.. People pushing by, and walking off into the night I hate coming to the entrance, just to get bars on my phone You have no new messages, so why haven't they phoned? Menu, write message, so where are you and Simone? Send message, Dan's number, where've they gone? And I'm thinking... Lights are blinding my eyes Why's the message pending? where the fuck are ya? And I'm thinking... People pushing by, and walking off into the night Hmm, brandy or beer? Water's a good idea Wish that bar lady'd appear and come serve over here Where the fuck could they be? still not over in the corner This nights a tragedy, I keep thinking I saw her And I'm thinking.. Lights are blinding my eyes No that's not them, that's not them either... And I'm thinking... People pushing by, and walking off into the night I'm still not feeling anything, this has got to be a dud It's been ages since I necked it, and smoked six tabs to the nub Belly's not even tingling, I just feel a bit pissed No-one looks like mingling, I can't see her or him And I'm thinking... Lights are blinding my eyes I'm gonna do another I think, Yeah, one more, these are shit And I'm thinking... People pushing by, and walking off into the night These toilets are a piss take, queue's bigger than the door Gotta get rid of this pill taste, what are they chattin' so much for? Glad I'm not a girl in this place, they'll be here til dawn Sure my belly's tingling a bit, somethings happening I'm sure And I'm thinking... Lights are blinding my eyes Maybe I shouldn't have done the second one, I feel all fidgety and warm.. People pushing by, and walking off into the night Whoa, everything in the room is spinning, I think I'm going to fall down My heart's beating to quick, I'm fucking tripping out I wonder whether they got in, turned away no doubt Who cares, there is a tune coming in, that one noise is like I'm thinking... Lights are blinding my eyes My eyes are rolling back, I'm rubbing my thighs with my hand And I'm thinking... People pushing by, and walking off into the night Yeah yeah they cheer Can they see my hand in the air? Need to wave 'em over here Swear Simone's kissing Dan My head is twisted sever, body's rushing everywhere They could have texted me when they were near, but I'm fucked and I don't Care Lights are blinding my eyes What was I thinking about? Ah who cares, I'm mashed People pushing by, and walking off into the night Totally fucked, can't hardly fucking stand This is fucking amazing |
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from The Streets - Blinded By The Lights (2006)
That's the one, oy
How did he not find the baggy, with his hand in my shoe? Way too close for me, oh well at least they allowed me through Should be a good night in here, Ramo in the main room People keep pushing me though, no reception on the phone And I'm thinking.. (woman's voice) Lights are blinding my eyes They said they'd be here they said, they said in the corner And I'm thinking.. People pushing by, and walking off into the night These look well speckly, bit of green and blue Threes is well cheap though, so I'll take three if I need to Right I'm on the plan, I wish the bouncers would go away Borrow water off this man, here goes nothing OK And I'm thinking.. Lights are blinding my eyes That's proper rank, that tastes like hairspray And I'm thinking.. People pushing by, and walking off into the night I hate coming to the entrance, just to get bars on my phone You have no new messages, so why haven't they phoned? Menu, write message, so where are you and Simone? Send message, Dan's number, where've they gone? And I'm thinking... Lights are blinding my eyes Why's the message pending? where the fuck are ya? And I'm thinking... People pushing by, and walking off into the night Hmm, brandy or beer? Water's a good idea Wish that bar lady'd appear and come serve over here Where the fuck could they be? still not over in the corner This nights a tragedy, I keep thinking I saw her And I'm thinking.. Lights are blinding my eyes No that's not them, that's not them either... And I'm thinking... People pushing by, and walking off into the night I'm still not feeling anything, this has got to be a dud It's been ages since I necked it, and smoked six tabs to the nub Belly's not even tingling, I just feel a bit pissed No-one looks like mingling, I can't see her or him And I'm thinking... Lights are blinding my eyes I'm gonna do another I think, Yeah, one more, these are shit And I'm thinking... People pushing by, and walking off into the night These toilets are a piss take, queue's bigger than the door Gotta get rid of this pill taste, what are they chattin' so much for? Glad I'm not a girl in this place, they'll be here til dawn Sure my belly's tingling a bit, somethings happening I'm sure And I'm thinking... Lights are blinding my eyes Maybe I shouldn't have done the second one, I feel all fidgety and warm.. People pushing by, and walking off into the night Whoa, everything in the room is spinning, I think I'm going to fall down My heart's beating to quick, I'm fucking tripping out I wonder whether they got in, turned away no doubt Who cares, there is a tune coming in, that one noise is like I'm thinking... Lights are blinding my eyes My eyes are rolling back, I'm rubbing my thighs with my hand And I'm thinking... People pushing by, and walking off into the night Yeah yeah they cheer Can they see my hand in the air? Need to wave 'em over here Swear Simone's kissing Dan My head is twisted sever, body's rushing everywhere They could have texted me when they were near, but I'm fucked and I don't Care Lights are blinding my eyes What was I thinking about? Ah who cares, I'm mashed People pushing by, and walking off into the night Totally fucked, can't hardly fucking stand This is fucking amazing |
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from The Streets - Blinded By The Lights (2006)
I'm about to do something crazy, you'll regret this, I swear
This one time I really needed you to head over mine where I was throwing up all morning, it was all in my hair Then because I was so dizzy I almost fell down the stairs Like you always do, you know, you just don't fucking care [Chorus] Go, get out of my house, please Actually give me back my keys, but I'll be proper angry, if You're not back later on your knees Look Come on, calm down, it wasn't all totally like that You're over-reacting just a bit, maybe we can sit down and chat It's just, you know, I had stuff to do, you know, this and that Maybe it wasn't so important as you being in the sack But I had to sort out my pills man; I needed to stock up my stash I couldn't do it any other day, I had to do it then, quick snap And you didn't want me there last Sat., so I left you on your jack And this Saturday I thought it was the same deal as last Sat. at your gaff [Chorus] You don't care about my broken TV I sit on my sofa all day smoking weed I never phoned that bloke from the TV company So please don't be like this, please, please, please Actually now I think about it, what am I guilty about? I felt like I was in the wrong, I felt like I was the lout Oy, this is what happened last Saturday now, I think I remember now You were ill last Saturday and two weeks before that little bout You know I need that medication for my epilepsy now Or I run the risk of having a fit, you know I can't go without So when you being in bed is because last night you got pissed It's you that's being selfish, it's you that don't give a shit I'm gone, I'll get out your house, then I'll never, be back again, but I'll still be 'ceiving when, you Text me to make up and be friends [ad libs to end] |
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from The Streets - The Hardest Way To Make An Easy Living (2006)
Can you blatantly say looking straight in her face
That you aren't telling tales to her. If you never tell a lie to her, You don't have to remember anything, It all goes out the window when, I try to do it myself, Can you blatantly say looking straight in her face that you aint telling tales to her. That you never get stressed when she questions events you'll be best to forget. Can you actually blag when the lamb glances when you prang and your chatting, That if you had the chance to go back to her pad for a passionate act you wouldn't have it? Oi, why's that then? Its 'cause the reason you been faithful is Its been so good You never seen temptation Deep down you hear the mans burden We all have a mans burden You'll always be a bad person It's getting you down You were letting her down, You were tempted and failed. You showed her up, You need to be owning up you need to show her you love her for once. It was an extreme circumstance it was she that advanced She defeated you gradually So you must then be honest you must then get on this. Mend the wrong shit. If you never tell a lie to her, You don't have to remember anything, It all goes out the window when, I try to do it myself Oi oi, so why you wanna phone up? Why you wanna own up? You were selfish and so dumb. To ease it off your chest, to be relieved of the mess that's being proper selfish, I been in some broken moments I know what goes on the road but there's a road you chose however coked Up your brain you know you chose to strain you know it was your game oi But it makes you see things clearer It was weird though man But you didn't wanna be with her Seriously back home If a girl was to even hear It would spare her weak heart She have no fear The chance to see the fit thing naked will spell and memorize you. You'll disregard the ways the lady in your life inspires you. Which is why to day she tires of you, you'll be crying and howling. And if you had the chance to go back to her pad for a passionate act you wont allow it. But if your plans for a chance to go back ain't even had. Then the passionate act won't happen, 'cause you plan not to have the chance, Rewind back if that sounded fast. Oi you can't think straight, you gotta avoid the situation ignore what she's doing. You may be mugged if you trust too much but it will fuck you up more worrying about trust If you never tell a lie to her, You don't have to remember anything, It all goes out the window when, I try to do it myself You may be mugged if you trust too much But it will more fuck you up It will more fuck you up worrying about trust |
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from The Streets - The Hardest Way To Make An Easy Living (2006)
Using the following, I'm going to show you:
A) how to con someone using their own greed, B) that you won't feel bad 'cos they're trying to con you anyway, and C) taking their money! As I have come to realize, running the beats is just getting people's confidence. This scam only works 'cos that man thinks he's working this scam And that you man off his mark Get your mate, let's call your mate piers No, not piers, let's call him Farquhar Anyway get Farquhar to crawl into a bar with his dog Like I said, the barman will try and con you later But you're gonna take all his money. Anyway, get Farquhar to pass into a local bar And call to the bar to look after a dog for a dart Just for twenty quid for a while, claiming that he hated it But it was worth more than his car This, by the way, requires that you find and supply Farquhar With an animal, and a life, from your local park. Get a nice dog that doesn't bark But not so nice that someone might miss this mutt from the park Anyway, using this technique you're gonna take all this man's money But you're not gonna care, cos he's gonna fucking deserve it [Chorus] You'll never con an honest john An honest john you can't drag down (exactly!) Con-do-lee get conned When they think they're the cunning one (it's all one big con) Neighbor you won't con An honest john Now listen, get Farquhar to dart out the bar And just shop for some garm's, maybe Just to pass an hour or so I would go shopping cos' I gave up drinking But whatever, just have Farquhar down the road Now you walk in the bar, walk up to the barman Order a jar, when you've caught him slouched on his own Start eying the dog that he's minding by his side Currently vibe him and start on about the dog you own. Start asking the barman, if it's his fine specimen of a dog Nod, smile, agree, look interested and cool When he tells you it's someone else's you've just left previous Tell him, 'this is a very rare breed of animal.' Last time I lied my manager swiped me But lie, and tell him it's like a fucking red-eared hunting spaniel. Tell him it's worth 600 quid and you would pay handsomely if you were to accept finance at all [Chorus] You'll never con an honest john (sometimes...) An honest john you can't drag down (...sometimes I think I should just go completely...) Condolee get conned When they think they're the cunning one Neighbor you won't con an honest john (keep listening though, it's important that you keep listening...) Now take all his shopping off him Get your mate Farquhar to pop in Looking straight gutted a bit later on He should order a jar, talk at the bar Ensure he looks calm, warm with the barman And generally start conversating on. Farquhar should start falling apart About how he's arsed up some chance And how arsed up his day was. Or in the event, the spread betting he's getting ready to accept That his rent's not getting payed up. The barman's mind will chime slowly for a while He might wipe the bar, as his mind is making sums. Farquhar should continue to moan about money And that this mutt is not the greatest of his worries. And like 'ching!', the barman will five out of six times Kindly offer his greed to buy the dog for a price of three hundred quid And after some bartering, your barman will haggle and charge harder In greed of the scent of the scheme in his head. (that's right, neighbor!) You'll never con an honest john An honest john you can't drag down Condolee get conned When they think they're the cunning one (the barman, is gonna see how much he can stitch you up for.) Neighbor you won't con an honest john (how does that work? cos' every time it's based around someone who thinks they're conning you.) They'll never imagine the whole scenario is prepared solely for him Why should he? That sort of paranoia can get you in the loony bin! As I have come to realize, running the beats is just getting people's confidence. And than taking their money! It's all one big con. |
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from The Streets - The Hardest Way To Make An Easy Living (2006)
If you don't like what's going down
you need to change something round and what you can't change you've got to change the way you thought about If you don't like what's going down you need to change something round and what you can't change you've got to change the way you thought about Two days before i finally snap from (?) a gig I was being a twat the bass player behind the (?) cap he's belgium another bright screaming gang Johnny drums see peeps leaving trailing gaps putting face cream on between the breaks and tracks I needed to stop this, draw the last of my ways 20 minutes to go the floor manager says Been a long summer (?) band's an age i wanna dry my eyes and all the band on the stage (I wana see the whole crowd in Belgium) dead silence not very nice to feel so depressed and violent (He's fuckin' puttin moisturiser on, he's fuckin moisturisin' his face... i know YEAH) If you don't like what's going down you need to change something round and what you can't change you've got to change the way you thought about If you don't like what's going down you need to change something round and what you can't change you've got to change the way you thought about (Some cunt is bringin up a load of fuckin shithole streets hats) Oi, oi, (?) down the day before the crafts the hats were bought by warner staff thought they were fakes, not thought to ask so i (?) the audience found under the stage but i'd only just spoken ted mayham has never seen me so darn broken the very next day in bed in London with a girl i have little memory of unable to feel anything much which was the reason why i bought my first suit wasn't thinking at that bit on stage the fake streets hats were actually not fake! If you don't like what's going down you need to change something round and what you can't change you've got to change the way you thought about If you don't like what's going down you need to change something round and what you can't change you've got to change the way you thought about If you don't like what's going down you need to change something round and what you can't change you've got to change the way you thought about If you don't like what's going down you need to change something round and what you can't change you've got to change the way you thought about (My ears who's that cunt? tell him to fuck off man "the streets" no look what what oh yeah no go go go yeah mate stop (?) you know it is made so hard) |
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from The Streets - The Hardest Way To Make An Easy Living (2006)
The fine art of hotel expressionism
And the sentiment with the kettlent condiments Compose your mood using the soap hanging chute(?) The minibar can be part of the art In the early hours of a blurry hotel you need guests of (?) My word is word if we earn success in hotel expressionism Stay away from (?) hotels so when wrecked there's no victim I've been ejected from hotels that then when I'm checking in will swear to be with them (swearin') Man, I'm not some crank vandal swinging the TV about at random Attacks to the lamp stand for a (?) is the art of action prove (?) Tediously mischief from (?) is why we hide from enemy pages Throwing the TV out the window mate is nothing clear of weak cliches It's vandalism an expressionists (?) we keen leaders associate to I'm talking E-convertibles (talking?) The fine art of hotel expressionism And the sentiment with the kettlent condiments Compose your mood using the soap hanging chute(?) The minibar can be part of the art From the (?) of the minibar brandy and lambs see(?) You have a brandy (?) sweet boozy steam moves freely and is in no manner mindless fun Express yourself in anyway say anything you may and anyway that man (?) That's fuckin' (?) fuckin' cunt the fuckin' damage is a minor... fucker But louts harassin' is fuckin' drole spellin' through the death of rock and roll Rap and roll are separate to some acid trip 'cus rock and roll is fuckin' old The group of girls your so in on have to be on there oh there and piss But you have a problem with the man there with he's a dealer but there's a rift(?) You need to get in front jump up on his own shit take his gear he disappears Leave him there his hand in a bucket of water gaffer taped to a chair in a lift The fine art of hotel expressionism And the sentiment with the kettlent condiments Compose your mood using the soap hanging chute(?) The minibar can be part of the art I'll tell you Expressionism is his own form of art Because with normal art someone usually the artist they pour out their heart But it's worth is decided by committin' and has to obey the law and sharks I tell expressionists walk out the lift mind checkin' out pay for their art Real art should be nothing but love shouldn't be about the money or fashion I make these crap rap rhythms to pay the hotel bills that fund my packet(?) The fine art of hotel expressionism And the sentiment with the kettlent condiments Compose your mood using the soap hanging chute(?) The minibar can be part of the art It's tedious the mischief from (?) is why we hide from enemy pages Throwing the TV out the window mate is nothing clear of weak cliche It's vandalism an expressionists keenly disassociate to I'm talking E-convertibles, structural damage, human injury...well mayhem basically |
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from The Streets - The Hardest Way To Make An Easy Living (2006)
Ah, what was the question
Oh yeah, momento mori It means remember it's inevitable that we will all die It sounds quite depressing when said so raw and direct But it means don't hang yourself on a material life But that gets dropped when I'm bop on shopping day Am I shallow, am I hung up on such wrong ways Yes I am shallow and loving every wrong play If love is blind then why do we all buy lingerie I've got nothing in my life away from the studio So when I'm loose I end up consuming dough Memento mori, memento mori It's latin and it says we must all die I tried it for a while but it's a load of boring shit So I buy buy buy buy buy buy If I start to think of life I have prangs of paranoia Pull one stripey shirt off a racks or another Over think my fate grasping a pastel jumper Panic buy a flight home, prang though actually sober Change my mind and fly back into Vegas Buy more pastel shades and some famous labels Frame the Ferrari through the day with the mayhem Just to forget about the race in my head I don't really care about the luck and the look But driving a Ferrari is fucking book Memento mori, memento mori It's latin and it says we must all die I tried it for a while but it's a load of boring shit So I buy buy buy buy buy buy I think if I could see me now from my growing past I'd Hate the shirted cunt that seems to be so fucking flash I reckon from the threads I think all I think's about cash But my manager tells me I ought to think about cash It's like people don't know the eighties started My car just keeps carding with the card machine You don't regard the old you, driving a Ferrari Mine's the driving license through Nevada at speed I never think about money In fact I have no idea how much money I have Memento mori, memento mori It's latin and it says we must all die I tried it for a while but it's a load of boring shit So I buy buy buy buy buy buy Chilly 'n Carmen air sips as I'm parting her hair But I'm an asbo drinker I want to be chilly parkair But asbo drinkers just don't dig my art and my flair Even if they dig my asbo driving, past their carlight flair Sometimes when I my diamond trinkets with my whores I know I've strayed a bit from my old sins and my walks But then I laugh out loud that my car still fucking talks I feel awful for a bit but at least I'm not poor |
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from The Streets - The Hardest Way To Make An Easy Living (2006)
Two great European narcotics,
Alcohol and Christianity, I know which one I prefer [Chorus:] We never went to church, Just get on with work and sometimes things'll hurt, But it's hit me since you left us, And it's so hard not to search. If you were still about, I'd ask you what I'm supposed to do now, I just get grubbin' scared, Every now, Hope I made you proud. On your birthday when mom passed the forks and spoons, I put my head on the table I was so distraught with you, You tidied your things into the bin, The more poorly you grew, So there's nothing of yours to hold or to talk to. Put your hand up and interrupt the conversation with a, but.. People say I interrupt people with the same look. Sometimes I think so hard I can't remember how your face looked, Started reading about dreams in your favorite book. Panic and pace when I can't see the right thing to do. You'd be scratching your head through the best advice you knew. And I feel sad I can't hear you reciting it through, I miss you dad but I've got nothing to remind me of you [Chorus] I needed a break when your book about dreams was taken, I needed to pray or see a priest that day, I needed to leave this trade and just heave it away. But I cleaned up my place like you so I could see things straight. I never cared about God when life was sailin' in the calm, So I said I'd get my head down and I'd deal with the ache in my heart, And for that if God exists I'd reckon he'd pay me regard, Mom says me and you are the same from the start. I guess than you did leave me something to remind me of you, Every time I interrupt someone like you used to, When I do something like you you'll be on my mind or through, 'Cause I forgot you left me behind to remind me of you. [Chorus: Repeat 2X] But you you still tell me how you didn't know what to do even now, And then I'm not so scared somehow, 'Cause I know that you'd be proud. I got a good one for you dad, I'm gonna see a priest, a Rabbi and a Protestant clergyman, You always said I should hedge my bets. |
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from The Streets - The Hardest Way To Make An Easy Living (2006)
I get back from touring
Suddenly it doesn't seem like much fun to be off my face At a quarter to eleven am You're prangin' out I see through you I feel awful This voice's talkin' to me This ain't funny ??? my house for four fucking weeks I see through you I'm about to do something stupid I dare say why my manager got lary and smacked me These headaches are gettin' unbearably nasty Staring at the crackwork, lookin' scary with me brandy The rock 'n roll cliche walked in and then smacked me Carelessly rackin' out prangs just to handle the fear I do a line but then panic and feel a bit prang'd So I glug Marlon from the bottle to ease of the panic Then when it starts wearing off, I just feel a bit sad Snort more tour support, and then have a drink The bruise on the side of my head is madly banging The only reason I started this was the deal me a laughin' The only reason I started this was the deal me a laughin' You're prangin' out I see through you These voices talkin' to me This ain't funny I see through you I'm about to do something stupid The girl in my bed is kinda distant right now, I know shes thinkin' shes a bit frightened somehow, I don't think she realized what I'd invited her back to my house I don't want anyone to see me like this right now I sorts thoughts rollin' back in my eyes I've been a poor sports thoughts dance in my mind A banging headache dancin' prang'd by their side Dancin' with the pictures from the past of my life I don't remember any of what I just thought at all The conclusion prior to when I forgot it all Panicing a bit, gettin' frightened 'n fuck all So nursing my bruise I drink right from the bottle I don't want anyone I know to see my like this My fibs and single became lies and lists She's gonna sell-tell no doubt fuck it I'm not going to start drinkin', no, I can't for now You're prangin' out I see through you These voices talkin' to me This ain't funny I see through you I'm about to do something stupid My laptop must have slipped down and gone to sleep Before the prangers pain must've dawned on me Stupid idiot! Around the time I was skethchin' tryin' to con some sleep And the new day on me was nearly dawning in here I must have flaked while I puttied Way to loads more 'Cuz I'd staked on bookings Waited to tell the score Why do I break my rules not to wager any more I flaked on the bookings and majorly totaled on the score I've got a simple problem But my minds spinning out I remembered the website between the wine and the stout The rush of fear made me forget how fucked I'd been This time I'm drying my eyes and a fuckin' nose bleed Turnin' the phone off when my promo bloke phones me Evaded for it got nasty when my manager when he only beat me I threw his wallet out the window as it had grown heated He said 'sort your life out' as he punched me onto my feet You're prangin' out I see through you These voices talkin' to me This ain't funny I see through you I'm about to do something stupid You're prangin' out I see through you These voices talkin' to me This ain't funny I see through you I'm about to do something stupid Right now logic states I need to be not contemplating suicide 'Cause rational thought it would seem that I need not to be doing stuff That makes death seem like an easier option I need a totally Trojan plan right now I see through you |
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from The Streets - The Hardest Way To Make An Easy Living (2006)
I need something in my life to straighten me out
Let's rent this shed, we'll do vocals in the bog Call toast PR tell 'em we've opened up shop Campaign meetings at Warner, no coke and not drunk, Three years to make this work, or look a joke and be broke Blag their lawyers like the con with a dog, And there'll be no more straight scores to drop and keep dropping Settle my gross addictions with my net and come, tell my mum over tea that my whole life's fucking up We've got two hundred and fifty grand in the budget to go, subtract five for club promo. Lose five for a good video and fifteen for a dud video - fuck that It's the hardest way to make an easy living The party stage is a bit nearer to delivery Mayhem texts me about the press and TV See if I've taken any Es, So I can get some sleep, Nap on the settee, the laptop next to me Wince for my family at the skinner scandal of the week TV pluggers, product managers straight up Club promo needs to step up, help it work Stick to our guns, don't crack to demands Tell my mum in the car, that the car might have to go back Two hundred and twenty five grand, twenty six grand for a showcase and, five more on tour support and support story Chorus We'll never get bankrupt if we never have a go This is no ordinary label, I need to flash up my flow Go into Morris Stead as well as Saville Row I want a pin-stripe suit that no man owns Cash in the Kano beat for the silver shadow Send it to warrior for the flash and the glow The safest way to double your money is to fold it in your pocket Tell my mum during breakfast that I got no sleep Eight grand payed in September, April, may and December If this keeps going so well, this is going to be the end of us Chorus In spread betting it's easy to draw a small fortune start with a big fortune and lose into a small fortune Haven't got a clue, we blindly charge on Death threats from a boy of the girl I sarged on She said she didn't have a bloke, another lesson marked down Verbal agreements aren't worth the paper they're marked on Get scans of reviews, we beg to chart up Tell mum over tea, the press have started up We've spent a fortune, 'cause with ghost buying it's the end for tune We need to sell some records soon ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By SKINNER, MICHAEL GEOFFREY <i>Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.</i> |
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from The Streets - The Hardest Way To Make An Easy Living (2006)
Two nations divided
By a common language And about two hundred years of new songs and dancing But the difference is language And just the bits you got wrong 'Cause we were the ones who invented the language Sorry, oi, that's just my idea of a joke But you guys are different to us across the pond folk And I keep having to say that I'm only joking In New York when I have to buy fags on the road, oi Biggy man, god bless America and that But you lot keep killing all your best talent We build up our stars and then papers sweep on them And you build on stars and maniacs shoot them I don't know much about nines and max But we still got two dues we're inclined to pay And I much prefer the profit margin nowadays And crystal methods all the height with crack It was no shock to me when we flew to the door At the Nars gig where the mans were shooting in a war Since it got reported in the latest news story That London is now more dangerous than New york Two nations divided By a common language And about two hundred years of new songs and dancing But the difference is language And just the bits you got wrong 'Cause we were the ones who invented the language, oi Understated is how we prefer to be That's why I've sold three millions and you've never heard of me The paparazzi shoot me the the girls all loose on me But don't shoot hiders, we fight football rivalry The work wac means to cum back home And I wrote the ten wac commandments on my own I was in front of the bloke shooting at the Nars show But they weren't shooting at him it was honor that night though We don't shoot idols happily shoot instead Up my road the police just thought are you dead 'Cause they guessed he might of been a bit of a terrorister Does this bomb look big in this bag then but we love Biggy, Johnny Cash and Stevie Wonder It's no Biggy we got no cash and its no wonder 'Cause I'm proud we gave you people like John Lennon Even though you shot him as well Two nations divided By a common language And about two hundred years of new songs and dancing But the difference is language And just the bits you got wrong 'Cause we were the ones who invented the language |
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from The Streets - The Hardest Way To Make An Easy Living (2006)
I dream that one day I'll have a child
And that child will say to me "dad, what was war?" But it's not going to happen! It's a war of the sexes never get it blud I beg that you learn 'cos she's clever How attracted to you she is is partly your gab But it's multiplied by how little of you she can have Oi the reason girls flirt is to work out their worth Whereas men just hanker for the panky to happen Retain this fact I'm hammering, this fact is gonna matter What little you think you're letting by her sly She senses you're near her and smells your desire The general rule of mine : her intellect will be higher Your task is to make her notice you fast but hanker when you don't close in after She knows she can get most dudes but she musn't know about you If you screw this all up and then lose all your cool that's when she ends up liking you as a friend You're not playing at hard to get You're playing at not getting a hard-on yet It's a war of the sexes never get it blud I beg that you learn 'cos she's clever How attracted to you she is is partly your gab But it's multiplied by how little of you she can have And you wanna know what, listen.. The answer is to get close enough to her but listen the next thing you just totally blank her You think I'm fuckin' mad don't ya but I don't shag on my own Get somewhere close to the lamb but then glance and turn to the man You need to get near to the lamb but she doesn't want to feel cramped Instead of cowering up to the hostile lamb bowl up to the trusting man It's much easier talking to him, he doesn't suspect you want anything (just tell him something like..) Did you know cigarette lighters were invented before matches? It's abc making a he break with glee 'Cos he isn't suspicious you're trying to muscle into his missus Do you know what I'm talking about that's why I'm talking about It's a war of the sexes never get it blud I beg that you learn 'cos she's clever How attracted to you she is is partly your gab But it's multiplied by how little of you she can have The woman is a highly socially-practiced master in body language, dab-handed actress She's calculating all the mad facts and the figures while you're pretending to listen staring at her tits It's a war of the sexes never get it blud I beg that you learn 'cos she's clever How attracted to you she is is partly your gab But it's multiplied by how little of you she can have It's a war of the sexes never get it blud I beg that you learn 'cos she's clever How attracted to you she is is partly your gab But it's multiplied by how little of you she can have Elementary, my dear cousin (elementary) I cannot state this enough She must not clock your flop You can't placard your march Your threws seclude your moves Or you're colluding well weapon It's a war of the sexes never get it blud I beg that you learn 'cos she's clever How attracted to you she is is partly your gab But it's multiplied by how little of you she can have And remember not to get hammered either 'Cos people who get hammered don't get to nail |
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from The Streets - Never Went To Church (2006)
Two great European narcotics,
Alcohol and Christianity, I know which one I prefer [Chorus:] We never went to church, Just get on with work and sometimes things'll hurt, But it's hit me since you left us, And it's so hard not to search. If you were still about, I'd ask you what I'm supposed to do now, I just get grubbin' scared, Every now, Hope I made you proud. On your birthday when mom passed the forks and spoons, I put my head on the table I was so distraught with you, You tidied your things into the bin, The more poorly you grew, So there's nothing of yours to hold or to talk to. Put your hand up and interrupt the conversation with a, but.. People say I interrupt people with the same look. Sometimes I think so hard I can't remember how your face looked, Started reading about dreams in your favorite book. Panic and pace when I can't see the right thing to do. You'd be scratching your head through the best advice you knew. And I feel sad I can't hear you reciting it through, I miss you dad but I've got nothing to remind me of you [Chorus] I needed a break when your book about dreams was taken, I needed to pray or see a priest that day, I needed to leave this trade and just heave it away. But I cleaned up my place like you so I could see things straight. I never cared about God when life was sailin' in the calm, So I said I'd get my head down and I'd deal with the ache in my heart, And for that if God exists I'd reckon he'd pay me regard, Mom says me and you are the same from the start. I guess than you did leave me something to remind me of you, Every time I interrupt someone like you used to, When I do something like you you'll be on my mind or through, 'Cause I forgot you left me behind to remind me of you. [Chorus: Repeat 2X] But you you still tell me how you didn't know what to do even now, And then I'm not so scared somehow, 'Cause I know that you'd be proud. I got a good one for you dad, I'm gonna see a priest, a Rabbi and a Protestant clergyman, You always said I should hedge my bets. |
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