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Street Dreams 1 by Abdullahi

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Street Dreams 1

UK Drill,male vocals

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Lyrics
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[Intro – (melodic tone)]
Yeah…
Still in the ends, bro, still tryna make it out…
Life ain’t sweet round here, you know…
Mm-mm, ayy…
[Chorus] (melodic singing)
I been tryna live my street dreams (street dreams)
But the block don’t love no one, believe me (believe me)
Bro died, I’m feelin’ cold and empty (empty)
Still ride, can’t let no one tempt me (nah, nah)
Told mum one day I’ll change (change)
But the money and the fame feel strange (strange)
In the field, it’s a wicked game (yeah)
Still pray that I make it through the rain (uh-huh)
[Verse 1] (rapping)
Came from the bottom, pain in my story,
Young boy but the block made me 40,
Late nights, duckin’ feds in the alley,
Me and bro shared food, no Bali.
Now I’m OT, cats still ringin’ my celly,
Grindin’ hard tryna fill up my belly,
But the roads don’t care if you’re humble or petty,
One wrong move, and the block turn deadly.
Seen brodie slide, that’s normal,
Funeral days, man dressin’ formal,
Still got beef with the same old borough,
Can’t sleep, paranoia my sorrow.
[Chorus] (melodic singing)
I been tryna live my street dreams (street dreams)
But the block don’t love no one, believe me (believe me)
Bro died, I’m feelin’ cold and empty (empty)
Still ride, can’t let no one tempt me (nah, nah)
Told mum one day I’ll change (change)
But the money and the fame feel strange (strange)
In the field, it’s a wicked game (yeah)
Still pray that I make it through the rain (uh-huh)
[Verse 2] (melodic drill flow)
They say pain make you stronger,
But I been hurt way too long, bruh,
Lost friends, can’t right them wrongs, bruh,
So I sing my pain in songs, bruh.
If I told you the things I seen,
You’d think this life ain’t what it seem,
Heard cries from a mum on the scene,
When her son got dropped, that’s peak.
I don’t glorify none of this beef,
But man can’t talk on the things I seen,
Whole gang movin’ low, unseen,
Tryna chase bread, not dreams.
[Bridge – (melodic vocal riff)]
Oh, oh, yeah, yeah…
In the trap, it’s cold like snow…
And my heart done froze, I know…
But I still can’t let this go…
[Chorus – final, layered vocals]
I been tryna live my street dreams (street dreams)
But the block don’t love no one, believe me (believe me)
Bro died, I’m feelin’ cold and empty (empty)
Still ride, can’t let no one tempt me (nah, nah)
Told mum one day I’ll change (change)
But the money and the fame feel strange (strange)
In the field, it’s a wicked game (yeah)
Still pray that I make it through the rain (uh-huh)