Pavement Sound
Lyrics
Verse 1
Don Feliciano
Hounslow streets
TW7 heat under busted sheets
Northwest thunder where the sirens scream
Hassan at my shoulder
Ride for the team
Ways to flip packets
Hand-to-hand
Fast cash dirty
Never had a plan
Feds in the rear view
Hearts on blast
Talking ’bout future
Living too fast
Pre-Chorus
Ivybridge nights
Twickenham marks
Dumpster glow sparks bars in the dark (yeah)
Bleeding pens on a stolen table
Two kids with a dream
Calling it a label
Chorus
We weren’t on billboards
We were pavement sound
Radio mixtapes
CDs passed ’round
Heads by the chip shop
Bumping that tape loud
Concrete choir
Yeah
We made the estate proud
We weren’t on playlists
Just a borrowed deck
Names in marker on a broken bench
From stairwell echoes to a word-of-mouth crown
We were never chart hits
We were pavement sound (pavement sound)
Verse 2
Kebab box
Cold chips
Change in a jar
Counting up coins like they’d take us far
Mum’s in the kitchen
Stress in her face
I’m in the hallway
Writing my escape
Hassan saying
“Bruv
This ain’t it”
Still we laugh
Still we take that risk
Broke school shoes
But the flows stayed clean
Had the whole block quoting sixteen
Pre-Chorus
We weren’t on flyers
We were hallway shows
Phone torch lighting up the rows (woah)
Name on my hoodie
Marker label
Two kids with a dream
Calling it a label
Chorus
We weren’t on billboards
We were pavement sound
Radio mixtapes
CDs passed ’round
Heads by the chip shop
Bumping that tape loud
Concrete choir
Yeah
We made the estate proud
We weren’t on playlists
Just a borrowed deck
Names in marker on a broken bench
From stairwell echoes to a word-of-mouth crown
We were never chart hits
We were pavement sound (pavement sound)
Bridge
If they lock us out
We’ll jam the doors
Turn those warnings into awards
From Ivybridge bricks to a bigger town
Still the same two kids making pavement sound
Chorus
We weren’t on billboards
We were pavement sound
Radio mixtapes
CDs passed ’round
Heads by the chip shop
Bumping that tape loud
Concrete choir
Yeah
We made the estate proud
We weren’t on playlists
Just a borrowed deck
Names in marker on a broken bench
From stairwell echoes to a word-of-mouth crown
We were never chart hits
We were pavement sound