Razor Lane Tings

(brrr) (yo, listen)

Yeah, the cold streets never lie

Watch your back when the birds fly

I was on the block when the rain started pouring Now my

brothers in the mud and we all are mourning

Keep a sharp eye,

never caught sleep or snoring Every single day on the concrete is

boring

Got no luck in the spin of the wheel

Irish lads in the back made of steel Real talk,

boy, we don't care how you feel Sign a pact with the

devil for a meal

Now we're running from the

blue lights flashing

Two hundred on the dash,

gear crashing

Heart rate high with the adrenaline smashing

No face, no case,

when the clash is clashing

We live in the dark where the cold wind blows (trust me)

Keep your head down,

that's the way it goes (always) No talk to the feds,

keep a locked-up mouth From the north of the city to the

deepest south

Broke down estates where the youngsters are fading No hope in the

system, just constant invading

Cops on the corner,

they're always parading My cousin got nicked for the gear he was

trading

Now we're back in the flats with the steam Irish slang,

lads are chasing the dream

Cracked screens,

living life on a beam

Nothing is ever quite what it would seem

Got the weight of the world on my back Two steps forward,

we slip on the track Shadows in alleys,

they prep the attack One wrong move and the screen goes to

black

(safe) (brrr) Yeah,

keep walking No talking