Street Life - Bugzy Malone, Laura White

I just wanna explain cause' I know that nobody’s told him

It’s alright saying you’re my father but you know family’s not chosen

And we never got past our problems

Like the Playstation is not loaded

And how can I call this home

Its more like a BNB with no rooms in

Telling man close but I’m not not over the smoke

I could walk into a room and choke

Takes me back when there was no hope

We would sit with the curtains closed

So the bailiffs wouldn’t think anyone’s home

Some times the electric would go

Its like it was brighter out on the roads

I just wanna explain because that hes never been told

To be someones dad isn’t the type of job you can finish early and go home

I was gonna write this down and send it to you in the post

But I needed the music I want you to feel this one in your soul

See when your raised by someone you gotta take on their problems

Just because you call somebody your son does not mean you can rob them

And I don’t even wanna go there but who the fuck beats up children

Anyway that’s not helping

What’s done is done we kept moving

In a totally different direction

You brought her up to be daddy’s girl

But now daddy blames the recession

And that’s why hes out shoplifting

And that’s my little sister

I can’t stand the fact that we are drifting

We’re completely different

Even though we share the same upbringing

Back when the vibe was good and

Whitney Houston was singing, «Your love is my love»

I couldn’t picture anything changing

Where did it all go wrong

There’s so much more to life, I don’t rate it

Could’ve been family and that’s what so frustrating

Kissing the smell of a cigarette (of a cigarette, a cigarette, cigarette)

I ain’t got time to rest my head (to rest my head, rest my head, rest my head)

Cause' I been living on the street life (street life, street life, street life,

mmm)

I ain’t got time to move my energy (my energy, my energy)

Its sticks to me like some synergy (synergy, my synergy, synergy)

Cause been living on the street life (street life, street life, street life,

street life, mmm)

Yeah-ah-ah

Yeah-ah-ah

Ooh-ooh-ooooh

Hey-hey

I’ve been living on that street life (mmm)

Oh yeah