VERSE 1
I'm gonna tell you a snippet
About the past and about the people
About my steep fall, allowed myself to s** it all in
In my earliest days I realised I never felt that tall
I would usually just stall
Opportunities cos I didn't believe in me
It would just creep on me
Mean streets would just tease me
There's nothing to relieve me
Please do retrieve me
All I do is sigh, my head feels like it's fried
It's Friday again and once again it's not my night
I keep on waiting for my prime, wasting my time with another sign
In the meantime I watch the others blossom
Drawn to my issues I keep my face solemn
But do believe me I still address them
From time to time
I just deviate again
Hook
They try to be the boss and
Try to pick up deposits
Kick to a pulp till they're nauseous
Then hide and grow moustaches
They would just creep up on me
Those mean street's
VERSE 2
Taking the tube to London Bridge
So busy I can't get out without lubricant
Like sardines squashed one after another into tins
Once I'm out I'm jubilant
Crowding, forcing and pushing ones limbs
Frowning, cursing, raging and drinking a gla** of Pimms
Getting mature, thinking of who I can let back in
Can I endure?
Picking on things for the heck of it
Cos I know I'm never gonna admit, that I liked your tits
But you're such a hypocrite, too late when I noticed it
Gonna conclude this day with another fit
Brimming over
Need to lift the lid
They're frowned upon
When they run, they never pa** the baton
When they get stunned just leave their partners behind and
Get cold-blooded cheated on then get withdrawn
Pasta without parmesan, no money, no life but got to push on
Tremors at night and still no dough what the f** am I supposed to live on
Live off, live for, donate my liver
Tonight I'll deliver
A ticking, tocking time bomb
Hook
They try to be the boss and
Try to pick up deposits
Kick to a pulp till they're nauseous
Then hide and grow moustaches
They would just creep up on me
Those mean street's
Verse 3
Getting told all my life I'll never make it big
What exactly is gonna prevent me from robbing an off licence with a McDonald's wig
What are you stabbing me for? It's only a twig
And again on the run, severely wounded, empty handed and no funds
And to boot I've got the sh**s
My body must think I'm dying
My buddies think I am lying
My mummy can't see me crying
I'm deeply sorry for supplying
Hook
They try to be the boss and
Try to pick up deposits
Kick to a pulp till they're nauseous
Then hide and grow moustaches
They would just creep up on me
Those mean street's