Belsome Streets

(yeah) (listen) Paid for the high-end ride with the money from the grind

Now I'm spinning down the M62,

you're running through my mind

Spent grand on the gear,

put the smoke in my chest

But this northern cold gets heavy when you're leaving with the rest

Took a trip to Leeds with a pocket full of notes

Now I'm staring at your picture in our puffer coats (ahhhh)

I got the cash,

got the keys, got the sweet high But none of it feels

right without you in the night Underneath the grey skies,

we had that real fire Now I'm burning in the dark with

my own desire (why'd you leave?)

Saw you with him in the back of the club

My heart sank deep,

had to double my cup

Now I'm burning up the petrol,

pedal to the floor

In a fast-lane sweat,

screaming 'what you do that for?'

You were my northern star,

now the sky is pitch black

And all the money in the bank won't bring you back

I got the cash,

got the keys, got the sweet high But none of it feels

right without you in the night Underneath the grey skies,

we had that real fire Now I'm burning in the dark with

my own desire (yeah)

No more calls on the late-night line Just the engine hum and

the passing time (innit...)