The Streets – Prangin’ Out (Remix) Lyrics

[Mike Skinner]
I wonder
Love looks forward
Hate looks back
But fear has eyes all over its head

[Hook: The Streets]
I’m not looking at you
I’m looking past you
Why you boys looking at me?
This ain’t even funny
I’m looking past you
I’m about to do something stupid

[Verse 1: Skepta]
Yeah, yeah I’m Skepta
Stare in a next guys face too long, nah man I don’t do that
This guy must be feeling my new track
Cos I’m not 2Pac, but it’s all eyes on me
I wanna eye contact girls in the place
Don’t know why man are looking in my face
Like they never had a pass and I was the ticket inspector
Everyone’s looking at Skepta
But I don’t screw them, I see through them
Cos it weren’t like this before I started spitting
Grime is one of the hardest ways to make a easy living
But I keep doing it cos I know a grand don’t come for free
I just don’t understand why man wanna eat me like cereal
Cos I make original pirate material

[Verse 2: Wretch 32]
I ain’t got time for screwing you flatheads
I got about four watches
And you’re looking back like a [?]
Keep watching I watch this
Look, you’ll get your head screwed off
I’ve proved I’ve moved on so move off
I’m Wretch yeah, around stars so it’s like I’m walking in fresh air
Yeah, I’m next here, why you staring for this long?
I ain’t a series or sitcom
I ain’t a queer I’m as straight as a ruler
Blatantly [?]
Don’t get your arse cut
You [?] like you’re star struck
Only a bum gets his arse –
You know what? I’m done with this [?]

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ghetts]
What seems to be the problem?
I was minding my business when I felt eyes from a distance
Instead of taking the easy assumption
I was acting like I was really [?]
If I ran I coulda easily lost em
But you know me, I’m so arrogant
Cos losing is out of the question
So I’m cruising I’m out of protection
And I don’t mind shooting it out like a West End
I got tools in my house what’s your preference?
24/7 yeah I’m in beef
So I’m tryna get many more weapons, yeah I’m in deep
And I still don’t stop and it’s clear I’ve been beat
[?]
It’s clear I’m in deep
I’m even prepared in my sleep

[Verse 4: Tinchy Stryder]
Yeah, call me the lightweight smoker
Nah, not today

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