Jimmy - Dear Mum lyrics

(IGNOUR)
The streets are gettin' cold
The streets are gettin' cold
It's crazy on these roads
Said, the streets are gettin' cold, ehe
Only if you knew

Dear mum (Dear mum)
How should I say this?
Sorry for the times
That the drum got raided
I'm so sick of seein' feds faces
I know they're tired of hearin
'me call from the station
Talkin' 'bout false allegations
You still actin' like you don't care
But deep down
I know you're heart's racin'
Sorry for the times that the jakes at
The door and they're askin' for me
(Sorry)
Due to violence, drugs
Ps and even machines
All them 6AMs with the
Porkies outside shoutin'
"Police"
(Fucks sake)
They're wakin' you up at your sleep
Look, I ain't even brushed my teeth
(The streets are gettin' cold)
And I ain't even had a bath
But the gangin' is givin' man grief
They're stopin' my whips
Talkin' 'bout speed
Why can't they let me breathe?
(KMT, why man?)
Why do they want me to breach?
Section 23, they want me to slip
They won't let me be
(It's crazy on these roads)
I'm sorry for the times you couldn't get
Through and I didn't even text
(Sorry)
I wonder what's goin' through your head
Is it jail or death?
Don't know if I'm gettin' bail
No point of insuranty payment
Had the crime under a regina sheet
Mummy didn't know I was headin' to A
(The streets are gettin' cold)
Must've broke your heart back then when
The jakes asked you about a
(Shh)
I was on a straight road mum
But every other month it comes to a bend
(The streets are gettin' cold)
I'm come across to a obstacle
Nothings impossible
(Nothin' is)
Mummy didn't raise no fool
(Didn't)
But I gotta step with this tool (I gotta)
I love when you're happy
But I break down when you cry
Out of all the women in my world
You'll always be the love of my life
(Promise)
Comin' home with my eyes red
I couldn't even tell you that
My friend just died
(Couldn't say it)
Comin' from a late night
I couldn't even say that I came from a ride
(Could never say that)
And the fuck off times
Used to walk out the door with no goodbyes
I jugged in my whip all night
I was tryna get my paper right
(They trapped me on these roads)
More time, I just take flight
I can dodge me an obbo
(Of course)
I could end up in Morocco, then
They're back callin' for a re
That's pronto
(It gets trappy on these roads)
Been in and out of whips back then
The bikes were Apollo
(Apollo)
I don't play games like a console
Can't get left back like Alonso
(It's crazy on these roads, Crazy)
Now, they hear me on the radio
Better eye on that guy, I got a long way to
(It's crazy on these roads)

A long way to go, still
It's minor though
Hella obstacles, man's run thru' them
You get me?
The streets are gettin' cold