Bus Lane Silence

[Verse 1] Head down, hood up, footpath on my own N15 empty, night bus sliding slow Broski blew a bag on a chain, talks about it daily I blew mine on studio hours, still he says I'm crazy No comment, no pictures, no location on the live I ain't been on nothing decent, but I'm learning how to slide Past the ends that raised me, past the corners that I know Floor it at the lights, don't look back, just go [Chorus] Bus lane silence, engine on the low Can't afford a slip, can't afford a show Tell my mum I'm comfy, tell her that I'm good Bus lane silence, made it out the hood (woi) [Verse 2] Grandad came from North, moved my mum into a flat Twelve of us in seven flats, she ain't never went back Now they call me for a verse, now they call me for a fee Same man that said "you're nothing", now he's asking, "what's the P?" Keep "play-clean" in my notes, keep my brothers off the phone One of them's still doing dark, so I don't leave the house alone [Outro] Silence in the lane, let it ride One more night, then I decide