Streetlight Fifty-Five

Streetlight, streetlight, streetlight
Streetlight, streetlight, streetlight

Streetlight fifty-five, five-five
We come alive, live-live
Streetlight fifty-five, five-five
Whole block moving side to side

New braids, old dreams, taxi dust
Small phone speaker but the bass got trust
Corner of Fifth and the music spills
Bass from a boot doing midnight drills
Sneakers drawing circles in the amber light
Fifty-five is where we live tonight

If you came with stress, leave it outside
If you came with pride, let it slide
No invitation, no velvet rope
Just a pocket of rhythm and a hand of hope

Streetlight fifty-five, five-five
We come alive, live-live
Streetlight fifty-five, five-five
Whole block moving side to side

Five-five! (haibo)
Live-live! (haibo)

Vendor selling kotas at the edge of the crowd
Laughter in the smoke and the bass so loud
Girls at the gate got the step on lock
Boys by the shop make the whole ground knock
When the council cuts the power, we don't fret
Car batteries and no regret
Nobody famous, everybody known
Under fifty-five we found a home

Clap once if you know this corner
Clap twice if it raised you right
Clap three times for the future
Then drop back into the light

There's a thing about fifty-five
That streetlight's been dead since June
We park two cars, nose to nose
And make our own amber moon

That streetlight's been dead since June
We park two cars
And make our own amber moon

Streetlight's been dead since June
We park two cars
And make our own amber moon

Streetlight's been dead since June
We park two cars
And make our own amber moon

Streetlight's been dead since June
We park two cars
And make our own amber moon

Streetlight's been dead since June
We park two cars
And make our own amber moon