High Street

[Intro: Blood Orange] Racing down Ilford Lane going home Thinking about should I try to fake a fall You seem to think that you're all alone And nothing ever could change it all Think about the words that you said [Verse 1: Skepta] Yeah, silence on my estate Cassette player chewed up my cassette tape Blisters from the control pad Cause I was on the Mega Drive more time [Chorus: Skepta] If you're feeling me put your Pinot Grigio high This ones for my G's in the North side (Racing down Ilford Lane going home) All my G's on the East side This one for my G's in the West side (Thinking about should I try to fake a fall) My G's on the South side [Verse 2: Skepta] The late king Michael Jackson doing the moonwalk on the telly And I was like "who's bad?" Sitting there smoking, sipping MD 20/20 Thinking I was the man Mum's upset because I haven't given her a penny But I just got a 20 bag Mum don't stress, you know I told you already I'mma do it for you and dad So I was out on the grind On the 279, trying to show my songs to the world Inspired by the streets Fell in love with the beats, I never had time for a girl I never really cared about a hair cut I was in the club doing the 2-step Wishing it was me on the decks Wanted to do it for the love, it took some Perseverance and discipline Couldn't wait to get the whole world listening I remember when I first went radio I couldn't believe it was in the kitchen Your mixing and reality kicks in Smoking to calm my nerves and settle me down It feels like I'm in a crystal maze Somebody give Richard crystal and get me out In 1 mile I've seen 2 fights Blue tape, blue lights Single mom struggling with the push chair? She had a bad mouth but she had good hair Stole a phone in the shop getting looked at Barbershop, hairline's getting pushed back Guys looking at me like they wanna fight me Just another day on the high street Yeah, and now I'm back on the estate My CD keeps skipping when I press play Four memory cards full of music Cause I was on the PlayStation more time [Chorus] If you're feeling me put your Pinot Grigio high This ones for my G's in the North side (Racing down Ilford Lane going home) All my G's on the East side This one for my G's in the West side (Thinking about should I try to fake a fall) My G's on the South side