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letra de mean streets - mexvin

verse 1

i’m gonna tell you a snippet
about the past and about the people
about my steep fall, allowed myself to suck it all in
in my earliest days i realised i never felt that tall
i would usually just stall
opportunities cos i didn’t believe in me
it would just creep on me
mean streets would just tease me
there’s nothing to relieve me
please do retrieve me
all i do is sigh, my head feels like it’s fried
it’s friday again and once again it’s not my night

i keep on waiting for my prime, wasting my time with another sign
in the meantime i watch the others blossom
drawn to my issues i keep my face solemn
but do believe me i still address them
from time to time
i just deviate again

hook

they try to be the boss and
try to pick up deposits
kick to a pulp till they’re nauseous
then hide and grow moustaches
they would just creep up on me
those mean street’s

verse 2

taking the tube to london bridge
so busy i can’t get out without lubricant
like sardines squashed one after another into tins
once i’m out i’m jubilant
crowding, forcing and pushing ones limbs
frowning, cursing, raging and drinking a gl-ss of pimms
getting mature, thinking of who i can let back in
can i endure?
picking on things for the heck of it
cos i know i’m never gonna admit, that i liked your t-ts
but you’re such a hypocrite, too late when i noticed it
gonna conclude this day with another fit
brimming over
need to lift the lid

they’re frowned upon
when they run, they never p-ss the baton
when they get stunned just leave their partners behind and
get cold-blooded cheated on then get withdrawn
pasta without parmesan, no money, no life but got to push on
tremors at night and still no dough what the f-ck am i supposed to live on
live off, live for, donate my liver
tonight i’ll deliver
a ticking, tocking time bomb

hook

they try to be the boss and
try to pick up deposits
kick to a pulp till they’re nauseous
then hide and grow moustaches
they would just creep up on me
those mean street’s

verse 3

getting told all my life i’ll never make it big
what exactly is gonna prevent me from robbing an off licence with a mcdonald’s wig
what are you stabbing me for? it’s only a twig
and again on the run, severely wounded, empty handed and no funds
and to boot i’ve got the sh-ts
my body must think i’m dying
my buddies think i am lying
my mummy can’t see me crying
i’m deeply sorry for supplying

hook

they try to be the boss and
try to pick up deposits
kick to a pulp till they’re nauseous
then hide and grow moustaches
they would just creep up on me
those mean street’s

- mexvin

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