Streetside Confessions

Late nights on the estate block Counting pennies while the clock runs

down (yo, listen)

Started on the pavement in the biting breeze

Bagging up the green just to ease my knees

Phone buzzing at three,

another drop in the rain

Numbing all the stress just to kill the pain

We was partying hard off the powder and rum

Chasing fast paper till the sirens come

Then her eyes met mine through the thick grey smoke

Thought I found a lifeline before it broke

(swear down, thought it was real)

We made memories on these broken stairs

Fell in love quick while nobody cares

Now the money comes in but you're out of sight

Smoking alone in the cold midnight

Chasing the rush just to feel alive

Left with the scars that I still survive (still survive)

We had nights in the flat counting cash on the rug

Mixing up the pills with an honest hug

Said she couldn't take the lifestyle,

the paranoia tight

Waking up to blue beacons piercing the night

Packed up her bags and she walked out the door

Now I'm back on the corner wanting something more

Roll another spliff just to burn the past

Nothing in these streets ever built to last

Every pound in my pocket feels cold and dead

Remembering the quiet words you said

Was it worth the run?

Was it worth the high?

Watching all our promises wither and die (tell me)

We made memories on these broken stairs

Fell in love quick while nobody cares

Now the money comes in but you're out of sight

Smoking alone in the cold midnight

Chasing the rush just to feel alive

Left with the scars that I still survive

(never die,

no)

Just paper and smoke left on the kerb.

Rest in peace to what we had. (gone...)