Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Strangers, artist - Kano. Date of issue: 03.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Strangers |
| It was KD crew, yeah, Kane and Dean |
| East Ham, Plaistow, with Maxwell Leyton dreams |
| You were one of the first to make me believe in my first 16s |
| But did the heights I reached jeopardise the dial and speak |
| But we go back since manor and ride-on-the-play scheme |
| District coach, one Walkman, one ear each |
| Napier Road, Black Pitch |
| One-day travel cards and Fat Chaps chips |
| We toured the country, took it overseas |
| Took it from the streets to The Streets |
| And if someone was in your ear |
| Just know my intentions was clear |
| I was helping us all, we |
| I made sure we was all there |
| It’s kind of hard when you’re the face of it |
| Was you jealous of my fame a bit? |
| Funny thing is, I don’t even want these questions answered |
| I just wanna have a brandy and a laugh regardless |
| Instead of acting like we’re strangers, yeah |
| Seven years ago was Shane’s little one’s christening |
| AB was there tryna put to bed all the bickering |
| He made a phone call to you in the toilets |
| Said «someone wants to speak», gave me the phone to my annoyance |
| I said «hello?», you must’ve heard my voice and hung up |
| I just heard the phone cut out and picked my rum up |
| And hit the dancefloor to some Mavado, finger gun up |
| Water off a duck’s back, but truth be told, that hurt, my brother |
| What dem a do? |
| What dem a try? |
| To make our friendship fly into the sky |
| I said in «Celebrate» that I ain’t even met your kids |
| A falling out has made us look a fool for this |
| I can’t pinpoint where the problem started at |
| Who’s to blame or who should even claim half of that |
| If it’s stubborn competition, we both win |
| So who would just pick up the phone? |
| Could even if we grew apart, we’re still a partnership |
| So why we acting like we’re strangers? |
| Why we acting like we’re strangers? |
| Oh boy, we ain’t strangers |
| I wrote those first two verses last year, last year |
| Then the other day, was raving in west end and I see you there |
| I see you there, bredrin, I see you there, yeah |
| And we didn’t have that brandy but we laughed |
| Plus we drank some vodka and a half |
| Oi, if you’re hugging mate but wearing all-black, is that still gangster? |
| Gangster or not, that’s my damn darg |
| And things were back to normal for one night, that’s enough |
| Just to let us know there’s no grudge, it’s all love |
| But we all carry scars, we’re all cut, we’re grown ups |
| Teenage no more, we’re older, we’ve grown up |
| But the next day got me thinking what if I was the reason? |
| Or if the tables turned, whether I would be seated |
| Or if your battery died that night at that christening |
| And I thought you disrespected, what if it was just reception? |
| So the straw that broke the camel’s back of this friendship |
| Maybe it wasn’t the intention, but would symbolise the ending |
| Now, what if you thought I hung up |
| And for seven years, you’ve been hung up on the same shit that I was |
| I guess we’ll never know, it’s pointless digging deeper holes |
| Cause if we go down that road, these burnt bridges charge tolls |
| So I’d rather bromanticise about these things |
| And write a song about what-ifs, cause I could never write no diss |
| Cause that’s my brother |
| That’s my brother |
| So bruv, why we acting like we’re strangers? |
| Why we acting like we’re strangers? |
| Fumbling, we ain’t strangers |
| Red Stripe vibes, ayy |