kwes. - 149 lyrics

[Verse 1: Dels] Brick upon brick, the city's getting taller Public space gets smaller, violate the order Sonic acrobatics, watch me flip the beat, slaughter Dragging both feet in the rain, street stalker Reporting live from the 149... Where drunk heads are slurring, muttering lies Sirens, a logo for crime Red and blue lights spin away in the night My heart whispers “You Love I” And the hands on my watch spin back, no lie I tumble down the stairs in reverse, take flight Then the fair drops back in her purse, oh my Raindrops go back to the clouds, in time With this beat that's stuck on my mind, Dark sky Feeling upbeat, I'm sound, despite Everything that's bringing me down on this night [Verse 2: Dels] I've run out of shout, a fight breaks out Chips exchanged for pounds I step down in reverse on the pavement Then the cigarette grows Pondering life's lows I scroll through my phone A text goes back to it's sender, I'm no longer vex Even though I lost my wallet, dancing, moshing to Ghetts Foreign feet scuff up the creps As me and the boys lust the opposite s** Garage tracks spin backwards, they sound abstract As I retract the conversation that saps Back into my lungs like Nicotine extract They never found the baggie in my backpack As I enter the bar for drunk laughs I feel a nervous feeling that won't last, there's no scars We tumble down the path with no cla** Getting smashed is the task, as our hearts ask... [Verse 3: Dels] Alone on the couch, a piano fills the background London's burning down, got the news on with no sound Seeing dark images, the youth in revolt They lost hope, long ago, throw ‘em rope On the top floor disconnected from the City On the balcony so the winds of change hit me Holding onto railings like roller coaster handlebars Looking at the stars gazing, heard my Nanna laugh Second hand echoes sing praise to Allah As I sip the bourbon and dip my brain in black matter Back washing all my troubles in a tumbler Mind is numbing up, my phones buzzing up My boys calling me... It's Dean saying turn on the news London's on fire, covered in red hues Inspired by Goddard, it starts with the ending Spitting new wave the conclusion is pending