Streets Lyrics     Even though Mike Skinner has given his project a name whose use of the definite article followed by a plural noun might fool you into thinking this is yet another faux-garage revival act, the Streets actually make some of the most interesting club music in ages. Skinner manages to bring the Dionysian feel of the 2-Step/Garage scene to bear on a hyper-realistic look at street life in South London. His observations/caricatures of the weed-toking, lager-quaffing crowd are set to raw, skittering, self-programmed beats -- making music that's both satire and celebration. Download Streets MP3s here Buy rare Streets vinyl records, CDs and rare music albums: 1st A Grand Don't Come For Free Blinded By The Lights Could Well Be In Crimes In Mind    Don't Mug Yourself Dry Your Eyes Fit But You Know It Has It Come To This    Let's Push Things Forward Maximum Streets Original Pirate Material Weak Become Heroes

Streets Song Lyric: It’s Too Late She said meet me at the gates at 8 Leave now don’t be late She said one day she’d walk away cos I’m always late Thought things were ok Didnt care though anyway Say sorry babe, I had to meet a mate, tempting fate We first met through a shared view, she loved me and I did too It’s now 7:50 getting ready better be nifty Do my hair quickly, step out it’s cloudy Mate bells me to borrow money, I got two henry’s and a dealer to pay Call up on geezers to rid these green trees of my reeking jeans Got a you think I care outglaring geezers stares I’m here and I’m there Couldn’t see past the end of my beer What was getting near, all the silence after the cheers [chorus] She said meet me at the gates Don’t be late, but pretty soon the day came for change And I was glad she never walked away So I’m choosing what to wear, doing my hair with an hour to spare When my life went pear, she’d been there with a thick stare Big wheel climed to the top, geezer scares bounced off Standing at the top of this huge mountain, smiling and shouting Spring flowers sprouting, not one inch of doubt in my mind as I reached the gates Came round the corner at a rate Risked her love but I’m gonna set things straight Never again am I gonna be late Never again am I gonna be late Never again am I gonna be late [chorus] I said meet me at the gates Leave now don’t be late I waited for a while listening to her voicemail, mind set sail Then the facts turned me pale, wind rain and hail My fears unveiled, for my fair female She’d walked away, too little too late I step up the pace, walk past the gates, rain runs over my face Spirit falls from grace I purchase a hazy escape at the alcohol place in the chase Sat down I got a fat frown Weaping and drowning my senses For this love game’s expensive I walk in a trance Gort a wounded soldier stance The everyday geezers stares throw me off balance Now nothing holds significance And nothing holds relavance ’cause the only thing I can see is her elagance Get This Ringtone Don't Mug Yourself Don’t Mug Yourself Geezers Need Excitement Geezerz Need Excitement Has It Come To This Has It Come to This? It's Too Late It’s Too Late Let's Push Things Forward Lets Push Things Forward Let’s Push Things Forward Rock Star Poser Same Old Thing Same Old Thing (That's It) Sharp Darts Stay Positive The Irony Of It All Too Much Brandy Turn The Page Weak Become Heroes Weak Becomes Heroes Who Dares Wins Who Got The Funk

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