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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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| 2. |
| 5:33 |
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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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| 3:41 |
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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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