Lyrics The Streets

The Streets

Outside Inside

Wake up and smell the coffee

Stirring a word the conversation obsurd

Like the herbs of work their pattiences and concured

Wake up and smell the coffee

Light up and dwell the offerings

Drink with a thinking pinch

Sit with a kitchen sink

The world is outside but inside warm

Inside informal outside stormy inside normal

Back to the time skip it on it's bullocks

Rome to the oven turn it off it's on

Skin a racket fag I'm gone

What are we waiting for mate

Let's wait to the place

Cause it's all a bit late

And were all in a bit of a state

Weed makes me not want to be in new places fight it!

Stare at the same tv watching the torrent like it

The world is outside but inside warm

Inside informal outside stormy inside normal

The fossil-ed remains of locked of ancient ways

Are buried or lost in every of my mates brains

But I can't find it because they like blazing

Solving that problem brings priests and doctors and poets maybe

And hot overclocked brains

I'm not over shocked blotto or of my rock place

I got their at lunchtime

I was still their at 8

Next they were turning chairs onto the table at my place

Psychedelic cycle get it?

Ride all wet

Arrive a bit sketch

But I like bedding

The world is outside but inside warm

Inside informal outside stormy inside normal

The world is outside but inside warm

Inside informal outside stormy inside normal

The fossil-ed remains of locked of ancient ways

Are buried or lost in every of my mates brains

But I can't find it because I like blazing!

Solving that problem can be quite amazing

The world is outside but inside warm

Inside informal outside stormy inside normal