Streets Been Talkin' - Kele

From the palace of Versailles

To the streets of Peckham Rye

You crave the dizziest of heights

But we’re caught out at the lights

The streets been talkin'

By now you should have known

That all that glitters is not gold

And there are times we must say no

Our fathers warned us so

The streets been talkin'

Me and my bae’s

Going out tonight

I’m too tired

For another fight

I’ve got no fight left

I could write a good-time song

That says how happy I’ve become

Now I use my knife and fork

And never forget to wash up

The streets been talkin'

But it would not be the truth

Just like your DTPM tattoo

Don’t you know how dumb you look?

Leave those days behind you

The streets been talkin'

Me and my bae’s

Going out tonight

I’m too tired

For another fight

I’ve got no fight left

I’m trying to kick a habit

I’m trying to kick a habit

I’m trying to kick a habit

I’m trying to kick a habit

Oh Xanthi, can’t you see

What these years have done to me?

It’s bad

This time words will not explain

Johnny Saint James caught the last plane

And I’m tired

I’m too tired for a fight

From the palace of Versailles

To the streets of Peckham Rye

You crave the dizziest of heights

But we’re still caught out at the lights

The streets been talkin'

With a game of «let's pretend»

Hiding bottles in the bin

Life can seem a kind of blue

When you’re living in the red

The streets been talkin'

And me and my bae’s

Going out tonight

I’m too tired

For another fight

I’ve got no fight left

I’m trying to kick a habit

I’m trying to kick a habit

I’m trying to kick a habit

I’m trying to kick a habit

Oh Xanthi, can’t you see

What these years have done to me?

It’s bad

This time words will not explain

Johnny Saint James caught the last plane

And I’m tired

I’m too tired for a fight