Streets - All Got Our Runnins lyrics
rate meAgain I step out my yard<br />
Head swings round, clocks my landlord<br />
Start chippin' up the road cos I owe him three-weeks dough<br />
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The ship's sinkin', tele's on the blink<br />
'n' in the pub it's one beer to last all evening<br />
Later on chips for feedin'<br />
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When the quids are down<br />
Try sneakin' a bottle of brandy round bouncers into the Ministry Of Sound<br />
Scored, Moffat, back indoors with a profit<br />
'cos they do say havin' no money forces one to make the right choices on life each day<br />
If you can't pay you can't play<br />
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Success hides a multitude of sins<br />
But I ain't successful and my piggy-bank's still in the bin,<br />
Been there since I was a kid<br />
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Goin' round in circles, not being careful but say;<br />
"I get paid on Friday, can't wait to live life my way"<br />
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'cos on the streets I'm just a geezer<br />
I gotta make ends meet, yeah?<br />
Gotta do what I need to<br />
Shit, we all got our runnin's now<br />
On the streets I'm just a geezer<br />
Gotta make ends meet, yeah?<br />
Gotta do what I need to<br />
Shit, we all got our runnin's now<br />
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Brut pocket I'm back in the Burassic seat again<br />
After spending sixty pound last week on beers with friends<br />
Brought it all on myself see, granted<br />
Now I'm scorin' draw for everyone to get my next spliff sorted<br />
Hang round mum's house to get smothered<br />
Got no tins in the cupboard this week<br />
Hold on to your seat 'cos it's all gone a bit Pete<br />
Live for the moment said he *wrong*<br />
Downin' beers out of my tree, now the moment's passed the cash is a distant memory<br />
You know things are bleak when you're tellin' the birds you asked out last week that things<br />
<br />
Are busy<br />
When really you've got no dough in the piggy<br />
Two days after pay day's clocked<br />
And it's back at The Black Dog stuffin' them socks into pool table pockets<br />
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[Chorus]<br />
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I'm skint, got no moolah<br />
Need to get some colour in my cheeks says mum<br />
That'll be my English inner city tan<br />
I'm skinny like a woman, need to get some punan' through the door<br />
*Please Sir, can I have some more?*<br />
Oi.<br />
Oi, lend me a tenner so I can go to the chip-shop,<br />
Twenty-four garage and then for a quick top,<br />
This time opting for the reassuringly cheap option<br />
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When the quids are down,<br />
My Schott hoodie's my ball gown<br />
My essential accessory is my bad day frown 'cos,<br />
Life in the third-class carriage can be evil<br />
When your only ticket to freedom is a permit to travel<br />
So, Uncle Shiner, you best go get the spade and dig me a grave<br />
'cos I can't pay the rent but I got ' hundred-and-nine pound pair o' trainers on<br />
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La la la<br />
And then this geezer turned round to me and said<br />
"What are you doing, you twat"<br />
And I was like<br />
"What the fuck, is this, what are you saying, you div?"<br />
Oi… that's it.
