The Streets - Backseat Barz lyrics

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 (waltham waltham)