| It was KD crew, yeah, Kane and Dean
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| East Ham, Plaistow, with Maxwell Leyton dreams
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| You were one of the first to make me believe in my first 16s
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| But did the heights I reached jeopardise the dial and speak
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| But we go back since manor and ride-on-the-play scheme
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| District coach, one Walkman, one ear each
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| Napier Road, Black Pitch
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| One-day travel cards and Fat Chaps chips
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| We toured the country, took it overseas
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| Took it from the streets to The Streets
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| And if someone was in your ear
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| Just know my intentions was clear
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| I was helping us all, we
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| I made sure we was all there
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| It’s kind of hard when you’re the face of it
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| Was you jealous of my fame a bit?
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| Funny thing is, I don’t even want these questions answered
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| I just wanna have a brandy and a laugh regardless
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| Instead of acting like we’re strangers, yeah
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| Seven years ago was Shane’s little one’s christening
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| AB was there tryna put to bed all the bickering
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| He made a phone call to you in the toilets
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| Said «someone wants to speak», gave me the phone to my annoyance
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| I said «hello?», you must’ve heard my voice and hung up
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| I just heard the phone cut out and picked my rum up
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| And hit the dancefloor to some Mavado, finger gun up
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| Water off a duck’s back, but truth be told, that hurt, my brother
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| What dem a do? |
| What dem a try?
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| To make our friendship fly into the sky
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| I said in «Celebrate» that I ain’t even met your kids
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| A falling out has made us look a fool for this
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| I can’t pinpoint where the problem started at
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| Who’s to blame or who should even claim half of that
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| If it’s stubborn competition, we both win
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| So who would just pick up the phone?
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| Could even if we grew apart, we’re still a partnership
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| So why we acting like we’re strangers?
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| Why we acting like we’re strangers?
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| Oh boy, we ain’t strangers
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| I wrote those first two verses last year, last year
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| Then the other day, was raving in west end and I see you there
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| I see you there, bredrin, I see you there, yeah
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| And we didn’t have that brandy but we laughed
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| Plus we drank some vodka and a half
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| Oi, if you’re hugging mate but wearing all-black, is that still gangster?
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| Gangster or not, that’s my damn darg
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| And things were back to normal for one night, that’s enough
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| Just to let us know there’s no grudge, it’s all love
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| But we all carry scars, we’re all cut, we’re grown ups
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| Teenage no more, we’re older, we’ve grown up
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| But the next day got me thinking what if I was the reason?
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| Or if the tables turned, whether I would be seated
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| Or if your battery died that night at that christening
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| And I thought you disrespected, what if it was just reception?
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| So the straw that broke the camel’s back of this friendship
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| Maybe it wasn’t the intention, but would symbolise the ending
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| Now, what if you thought I hung up
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| And for seven years, you’ve been hung up on the same shit that I was
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| I guess we’ll never know, it’s pointless digging deeper holes
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| Cause if we go down that road, these burnt bridges charge tolls
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| So I’d rather bromanticise about these things
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| And write a song about what-ifs, cause I could never write no diss
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| Cause that’s my brother
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| That’s my brother
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| So bruv, why we acting like we’re strangers?
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| Why we acting like we’re strangers?
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| Fumbling, we ain’t strangers
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| Red Stripe vibes, ayy |