Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Streets Been Talkin' , by - Kele. Song from the album Fatherland, in the genre ИндиRelease date: 05.10.2017
Record label: BMG Rights Management (UK)
Song language: English
Streets Been Talkin' |
| From the palace of Versailles |
| To the streets of Peckham Rye |
| You crave the dizziest of heights |
| But we’re caught out at the lights |
| The streets been talkin' |
| By now you should have known |
| That all that glitters is not gold |
| And there are times we must say no |
| Our fathers warned us so |
| The streets been talkin' |
| Me and my bae’s |
| Going out tonight |
| I’m too tired |
| For another fight |
| I’ve got no fight left |
| I could write a good-time song |
| That says how happy I’ve become |
| Now I use my knife and fork |
| And never forget to wash up |
| The streets been talkin' |
| But it would not be the truth |
| Just like your DTPM tattoo |
| Don’t you know how dumb you look? |
| Leave those days behind you |
| The streets been talkin' |
| Me and my bae’s |
| Going out tonight |
| I’m too tired |
| For another fight |
| I’ve got no fight left |
| I’m trying to kick a habit |
| I’m trying to kick a habit |
| I’m trying to kick a habit |
| I’m trying to kick a habit |
| Oh Xanthi, can’t you see |
| What these years have done to me? |
| It’s bad |
| This time words will not explain |
| Johnny Saint James caught the last plane |
| And I’m tired |
| I’m too tired for a fight |
| From the palace of Versailles |
| To the streets of Peckham Rye |
| You crave the dizziest of heights |
| But we’re still caught out at the lights |
| The streets been talkin' |
| With a game of «let's pretend» |
| Hiding bottles in the bin |
| Life can seem a kind of blue |
| When you’re living in the red |
| The streets been talkin' |
| And me and my bae’s |
| Going out tonight |
| I’m too tired |
| For another fight |
| I’ve got no fight left |
| I’m trying to kick a habit |
| I’m trying to kick a habit |
| I’m trying to kick a habit |
| I’m trying to kick a habit |
| Oh Xanthi, can’t you see |
| What these years have done to me? |
| It’s bad |
| This time words will not explain |
| Johnny Saint James caught the last plane |
| And I’m tired |
| I’m too tired for a fight |