backseat barz

Singer:streets, the

backseat barz

nein

danke

walk into the sea with clothes on

see what im fucking smoking is so long

talking all the jokes with the poking

once wanted to inspire debate

descent and war to enlighten outrage and provoke and clog up the blogosphere

but like the artists impression of the guilty verdict

i wear the watch of a pilot and fly

in the black range rover hanging back til its over int he back watching boardwalk empire

its a fact not phoney that the tracks not pony

im attacked with desire and go higher

throw everything in on a unknowing whim

before showing our cards to the stars

like the walking wounded they walk all moody

more kiss dudes who are awkward or boring

its not a bad vibe when your glad to be alive. for every different opinion is out there gently listening or bent on shouting

very much doubting or concering sternly

the eternal whirring like the world we turn on

boxes of photos in the loft that look off

coughing the detritus before stopping for a monent at a picture of a loved one

sit and think memories that fill me gently

nearly. i have no position to bargain

so i dont listen to arguing

i do what i do

value all my allies

just in an ally by a bars a bargain

nearly

walk into the sea with clothes on

see what im fucking smoking is so long

talking all the jokes with the poking

in a white room with a nice plume

night fumes

im quite new to this

light a candle

fight the angle

bought a new car and then pranged it

used to play a dudes heart

havent got a clue heart

bob hoskins pushed past ya

upset he lost the oscar

for mona lisa lonely geezer

when youre hot they want ya

like your a cock they block ya

knocked down

ginger hustle

whisk the game your at the door

yeah they gotta knock ya

i am not a doctor

but i know what sick is

frozen lyrics

oh so vivid

like a vocal image

we go in with 12 ends yeah we overdid it

a wedge in so raw i should go to clinic

so go get checked axel foley upset

too bad lifes drags his polio legs

but i never block heads

i can only respect

the mark round above us has suffered when go to success

allowed half of my cerebral

force the kind of people

more be nice than evil

for the rights of people more be guys deceitful

talk with lies to cheat you

crush double act

walk a mile and leave you

to heed my warning talking of perceived threat

let them kill joy like kilroy

that would be dead

i dont smoke at all

its known to all im not a weed head

it does nothing for me- that what she said

crude innudendo

i might laugh

on my mood it depends though

i write bars

while you dudes play nintendo or xbox

guess what the answer is

yes what

shadows of chess boxer

pianos eclipsed watch them played out i stay louder

and do my press ups

say iv got a filthy mouth

so f what

until i clean up my act as well as my desktop. just let me get this dress that is on my chest off

cos my head a mess like jolie and lescot

some police are pricks only on lets stop

some g's to bitch only on lets what

i prefer the latter

but i return to ladders

got them cos of problems

iv been hurt by adders

snakes in the grass

wont refer to rappers

names in my bars

im alert to matters

getting out of hand

like slippery soap

trying to keep a grip

no prison shit jokes

cos arts a reflection

can mirror these books

lyrically im visibly killing it though

with skinner in tow

mean feat feeling the flow

im an east london artist and im still in the stow