Mexvin - Mean Streets lyrics

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never pa** the baton When they get stunned just leave their partners behind and Get cold-blooded cheated on then get withdrawn Pasta without parmesan, no money, no life but got to push on Tremors at night and still no dough what the f** am I supposed to live on Live off, live for,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