Strangers

It was KD crew, yeah, Kane and Dean East Ham, Plaistow, with Maxwell Leyton dreams You were one of the first to make me believe in my first 16s But did the heights I reached jeopardise the [?] speak But we go back since manor and ride-on-the-play scheme District coach, one Walkman, one ear each Napier Road, black pitch One-day travel cards and fat chaps chips We toured the country, took it overseas Took it from the streets to The Streets And if someone was in your ear Just know my intentions was clear I was helping us all, we I made sure we was all there It's kind of hard when you're the face of it Was you jealous of my fame a bit? Funny thing is, I don't even want these questions answered I just wanna have a brandy and a laugh regardless Instead of acting like we're strangers, yeah Seven years ago was Shane's little one's christening AB was there tryna put to bed all the bickering He made a phone call to you in the toilets Said "someone wants to speak", gave me the phone to my annoyance I said "hello?", you must've heard my voice and hung up I just heard the phone cut out and picked my rum up And hit the dancefloor to some Mavado, finger gun up Water off a duck's back, but truth be told, that hurt, my brother What dem a do? What dem a try? To make our friendship fly into the sky I said in "Celebrate" that I ain't even met your kids A falling out has made us look a fool for this I can't pinpoint where the problem started at Who's to blame or who should even claim half of that If it's stubborn competition, we both win So who would just pick up the phone? Could even if we grew apart, we're still a partnership So why we acting like we're strangers? Why we acting like we're strangers? Oh boy, we ain't strangers I wrote those first two verses last year, last year Then the other day, was raving in west end and I see you there I see you there, bredrin, I see you there, yeah And we didn't have that brandy but we laughed Plus we drank some vodka and a half Oi, if you're hugging mate but wearing all-black, is that still gangster? Gangster or not, that's my damn darg And things were back to normal for one night, that's enough Just to let us know there's no grudge, it's all love But we all carry scars, we're all cut, we're grown ups Teenage no more, we're older, we've grown up But the next day got me thinking what if I was the reason? Or if the tables turned, whether I would be seated Or if your battery died that night at that christening And I thought you disrespected, what if it was just reception? So the straw that broke the camel's back of this friendship Maybe it wasn't the intention, but would symbolise the ending Now, what if you thought I hung up And for seven years, you've been hung up on the same shit that I was I guess we'll never know, it's pointless digging deeper holes Cause if we go down that road, these burnt bridges charge tolls So I'd rather bromanticise about these things And write a song about what-ifs, cause I could never write no diss Cause that's my brother That's my brother So bruv, why we acting like we're strangers? Why we acting like we're strangers? Fumbling, we ain't strangers Red Stripe vibes, ayy