The Streets

It's never quite complete

It's never ever discrete

But people just disappear

And the people you meet

They come from everywhere

But not just anywhere

They all got stories to tell

They all got secrets to keep

And meet by someone you like

It may go get a fight

Start feeling insecure, you think it's something you like

But as you're passing by

You kinda wanna cry

You thinking ain't a dream

It's in your life

She keeps meoff the streets

But she keeps me off the streets

She keeps me off the streets

She keeps me off the streets

So I was shooting this shit

Like I could handle it

Like I could live on the door

Running

And throw up crowd in a whole

Where it gets too cold

With nowhere to be and nowhere to go

And once to call my own

Letting me someone, she's in love with

Never cheat again

And yet the lie's a joke

But she keeps me off the streets

She keeps me off the streets

She keeps me off the streets

But she keeps me off the streets

Hot lava, when it finally breaks

Breaks over your head and leaves you on your way

Then she calls her dad and lies about the cash

And then she bails you out

And then you feel like an ass

Where have you gone

Got the self, you got nothing to eat

I'll see you on the street

But she keeps me off the streets

She keeps me off the streets

She keeps me off the streets

But she keeps me off the streets

But she keeps me off the streets

She keeps me off the streets

She keeps me off the streets

But she keeps me off the streets

But she keeps me off the streets

She keeps me off the streets

She keeps me off the streets

But she keeps me off the streets