All Got Our Runnins Lyrics - Singles - Streets

Again I step out my yard 

Head swings 'round, clocks my landlord 

Start chippin up the road 'cos I owe him three-weeks dough 

The ships sinkin, teles on the blink 

An in the pub its one beer to last all evening 

Later on chips for feedin 

When the quids are down try sneakin a bottle of brandy 

'Round bouncers into the Ministry Of Sound 

Scored, Moffat, back indoors with a profit 

Cos they do say that havin no money forces one to make 

The right choices on life each day 

If you cant pay you cant play 

Success hides a multitude of sins 

But I aint successful and my piggy-banks still in the bin 

Been there since I was a kid 

Goin 'round in circles, not being careful but say 

I get paid on Friday, cant wait to live life my way 

Cos on the streets Im just a geezer 

I gotta make ends meet, yeah 

Gotta do what I need to 

Shit, we all got our runnins now 

On the streets Im just a geezer 

Gotta make ends meet, yeah 

Gotta do what I need to 

Shit, we all got our runnins now 

On the streets Im just a geezer 

Gotta make ends meet, yeah 

Gotta do what I need to 

Shit, we all got our runnins now 

On the streets Im just a geezer 

Gotta make ends meet, yeah 

Gotta do what I need to 

Shit, we all got our runnins now 

Brut pocket Im back in the Burassic seat again 

After spending sixty pound last week on beers with friends 

Brought it all on myself see, granted 

Now Im scorin draw for everyone to get my next spliff sorted 

Hang 'round mums house to get smothered 

Got no tins in the cupboard this week 

Hold on to your seat cos its all gone a bit Pete 

Live for the moment said he, "Wrong" 

Downin beers out of my tree, now the moments passed 

The cash is a distant memory 

You know things are bleak when youre tellin the birds you asked out 

Last week that things are busy 

When really youve got no dough in the piggy 

Two days after pay days clocked 

And its back at The Black Dog stuffin them socks 

Into pool table pockets 

Cos on the streets Im just a geezer 

I gotta make ends meet, yeah 

Gotta do what I need to 

Shit, we all got our runnins now 

On the streets Im just a geezer 

Gotta make ends meet, yeah 

Gotta do what I need to 

Shit, we all got our runnins now 

On the streets Im just a geezer 

Gotta make ends meet, yeah 

Gotta do what I need to 

Shit, we all got our runnins now 

On the streets Im just a geezer 

Gotta make ends meet, yeah 

Gotta do what I need to 

Shit, we all got our runnins now 

Im skint, got no moolah 

Need to get some colour in my cheeks says mum 

Thatll be my English inner city tan 

Im skinny like a woman, need to get some punan through the door 

"Please Sir, can I have some more?" 

Oi, oi, lend me a tenner so I can go to the chip-shop 

Twenty-four garage and then for a quick top 

This time opting for the reassuringly cheap option 

When the quids are down 

my Schott hoodies my ball gown 

My essential accessory is my bad day frown cos 

Life in the third-class carriage can be evil 

When your only ticket to freedom is a permit to travel 

So, Uncle Shiner, you best go get the spade and dig me a grave 

Cos I cant pay the rent but I got 

Hundred-and-nine pound pair o trainers on 

'Cos on the streets Im just a geezer 

I gotta make ends meet, yeah 

Gotta do what I need to 

Shit, we all got our runnins now 

On the streets Im just a geezer 

Gotta make ends meet, yeah 

Gotta do what I need to 

Shit, we all got our runnins now 

On the streets Im just a geezer 

Gotta make ends meet, yeah 

Gotta do what I need to 

Shit, we all got our runnins now 

On the streets Im just a geezer 

Gotta make ends meet, yeah 

Gotta do what I need to 

Shit, we all got our runnins now 

La la la 

And then this geezer turned 'round to me and said 

What are you doing, you twat and I was like 

What the fuck, is this, what are you saying, you div? 

Oi, thats it