Streets Score

Oi, oi, oi

Sometimes I look down, sometimes I look up

Sometimes I look down, sometimes I look up

Oi, that's it



Oi, oi

I'm a fake

I don’t live The Streets

But there’s only so many hours in a day and I use them to make beats

Oi

In the studio immersed in

Rehearsing

My technique

I live loops, sleep snares and breathe beats

Then sieve through

Keep the best there

And only leave to eat

Shut the door

Pen and re-record the vocals just once more

And now you know why these walls are the only walls I ever saw

Call me the Quick Draw McGraw Show, but on Logic Audio



Oi

Kind of like a street score

Though, not the genuine article

More facts packed in a soundtrack to the acting

In a film and I'm the lead

Believe me in a tragedy scene a tear ran down my cheeks

So cue the fairytale finale

Listen to the dialogue

But not too deep

Soak up the feeling

But don't quote me please



Incidentally

Don't worry about continuity

The person we hired to do that was relieved of their duties

Also, in the first scene my jeans are green

But then they change mysteriously to cream

Again bad continuity

But I still mean what I mean

I wear Nike a lot

My hoodie's a tight Schott

But does my life sound as interesting as a fight in a chip shop?

I think not

The hype's not to be believed

I ain't the archetypal street geez

But I am right on being a beat junkie

Oi



I gave up the fight for an easy life a long time ago

When the last bird dumped me

Buy me, get one studio free

I use words for effect to illustrate passion

Themes ring fact and specifics are usually fiction

Oi, oi

I probably couldn't tell you half of what

"Has It Come To This" means

I was simply setting a scene

Of concrete

Not sky and green trees



I still hold the same hundred feet high dreams

But a lot of things scare me, though

I think I read somewhere recently that fear is a useless feeling because

I can't run to where I'm heading without running from where I was

It's all because



Where I'm from is not the issue

This is my imagination

I don’t sing the blues or feel fever

Which by definition ain't spoken truth either

It floats around places I've never even been to

So don't lean toward the door, at four

Just as the dance floor gets raw

Some of the things this tour makes out I'd done been or did

Wasn't me, I weren't the one

I'd only seen it

I was always too zoned-out on drum machine shit

To worry about the day to day out in the dosh pit



Oi, oi

Flip the 12"

This is the original mix

Called

Maybe my sarcastic Brit twist on ting will be my downfall

Oi

Suddenly I'm defined by my lyrical

So I apologise for being so self-obsessed on this tune

Let’s get back to the story soon as

The Streets

The score

Tell me what you think it is

Cause I don't know anymore...