149

[Verse 1: Dels]

Brick upon brick, the city’s getting taller

Public space gets smaller, violate the order

Sonic acrobatics, watch me flip the beat, slaughter

Dragging both feet in the rain, street stalker

Reporting live from the 149...

Where drunk heads are slurring, muttering lies

Sirens, a logo for crime

Red and blue lights spin away in the night

My heart whispers “You Love I”

And the hands on my watch spin back, no lie

I tumble down the stairs in reverse, take flight

Then the fair drops back in her purse, oh my

Raindrops go back to the clouds, in time

With this beat that’s stuck on my mind, Dark sky

Feeling upbeat, I’m sound, despite

Everything that’s bringing me down on this night

[Verse 2: Dels]

I’ve run out of shout, a fight breaks out

Chips exchanged for pounds

I step down in reverse on the pavement

Then the cigarette grows

Pondering life’s lows I scroll through my phone

A text goes back to it’s sender, I’m no longer vex

Even though I lost my wallet, dancing, moshing to Ghetts

Foreign feet scuff up the creps

As me and the boys lust the opposite sex

Garage tracks spin backwards, they sound abstract

As I retract the conversation that saps

Back into my lungs like Nicotine extract

They never found the baggie in my backpack

As I enter the bar for drunk laughs

I feel a nervous feeling that won't last, there’s no scars

We tumble down the path with no class

Getting smashed is the task, as our hearts ask...

[Verse 3: Dels]

Alone on the couch, a piano fills the background

London’s burning down, got the news on with no sound

Seeing dark images, the youth in revolt

They lost hope, long ago, throw ‘em rope

On the top floor disconnected from the City

On the balcony so the winds of change hit me

Holding onto railings like roller coaster handlebars

Looking at the stars gazing, heard my Nanna laugh

Second hand echoes sing praise to Allah

As I sip the bourbon and dip my brain in black matter

Back washing all my troubles in a tumbler

Mind is numbing up, my phones buzzing up

My boys calling me...

It’s Dean saying turn on the news

London’s on fire, covered in red hues

Inspired by Goddard, it starts with the ending

Spitting new wave the conclusion is pending