Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Streets Score, artist - The Streets. Date of issue: 13.08.2006
Song language: English
Streets Score |
| Oi, oi, oi |
| Sometimes I look down, sometimes I look up, oi |
| Sometimes I look down, sometimes I look up |
| Oi, that’s it, oi, oi |
| I’m a fake, I don’t live the streets |
| But there’s only so many hours in a day |
| And I use 'em to make beats, oi |
| In the studio, immersed in, rehearsing my technique |
| I live loops, sleep snares and breathe beats |
| Then sit through, keep the best there and only leave to eat |
| Shut the door, pen and re-record the vocal just once more |
| And now you know why these walls are the only walls I ever saw |
| Call me The Quick Draw McGraw Show |
| But unlodge your cord, yeah, oi |
| Kind of like a street score, though not the genuine article |
| More facts packed in a soundtrack to the acting |
| In a film and I’m the lead |
| Believe me, in the tragedy scene, a tear ran down my cheeks |
| So cue the fairytale finale |
| Listen to the dialogue, but not too deep |
| Soak up the feeling, but don’t quote me, please |
| Incidentally, don’t worry about continuity |
| The person we hired to do that was relieved of their duties |
| Also, in the first scene, my jeans are green |
| But then they change mysteriously to cream |
| Again, bad continuity, but I still mean what I mean |
| I wear Nike a lot, my hoodie’s a tight Schott |
| But does my life sound as interesting as a fight in a chip shop? |
| I think not, the hype’s not to be believed |
| I ain’t the archetypal street geez |
| But I am right on being a beat junkie, oi |
| I gave up the fight for an easy life a long time ago |
| When the last bird dumped me |
| Buy me, get one studio free |
| I use words for effect to illustrate passion |
| The themes ring fact and specifics are usually fiction, oi, oi |
| I probably couldn’t tell you half of what |
| «Has It Come To This» means |
| I was simply setting a scene of concrete, not sky and green trees |
| I still hold the same hundred-feet-high dreams |
| But a lot of things scare me, though |
| I think I read somewhere recently that fear is a useless feeling |
| Because I can’t run to where I’m heading |
| Without running from where I was, it’s all because |
| Where I’m from is not the issue, this is my imagination |
| I don’t sing the blues or feel fever |
| Which, by definition, ain’t spoken truth either |
| It floats around places I’ve never even been to |
| So don’t lean toward the door at four |
| Just as the dance floor gets raw |
| Some of the things this tour makes out I’d done, been or did |
| Wasn’t me, I weren’t the one, I’d only seen it |
| I was always too zoned out on drum machine shit |
| To worry about the day-to-day out in the dosh pit, oi, oi |
| Flip the 12-inch, this is the original mix, called |
| «Maybe My Sarcastic Brick Twist Daunting Will Be My Downfall», oi |
| Suddenly I’m defined by my lyrical |
| So I apologise for being so self-obsessed on this tune as |
| Let’s get back to the story, soon as |
| The Streets, the score |
| Tell me what you think it is, 'cause I don’t know anymore |