The Streets - Streets Score lyrics
[The Streets - Streets Score lyrics]
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 on Logic Audio, 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 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-on Ting
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
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 on Logic Audio, 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 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-on Ting
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