Conundrum Songtext
von Hak Baker

Lovely

Well I grew up in the land of the sinners
Home of the brave, bold and the winners
Oh what I′d do to go back to winter
All five chicken chips for our dinner
You drive about with your mates in the ringer
You're selling weed to make your pocket money bigger
The old bill are always locking up my niggas
The white boys nicking bikes to make figures

Growing up in East London
Sunny East London
Chucking eggs at the corner of the junctions
At the corner of the junctions
Running from the old bill around the junctions
No we don′t trust them
Growing up in East London
On the corner waiting for conundrums

Every day, every day was a laugh
The lads jumping in the docks for a bath


All nighters in the blocks at the weekend
You live once who cares about sleeping
We used to huddle 'cause we didn't have heating
I left my mum′s I was tired of the beatings
We miss Tommy all of us are still grieving
Can′t wait 'til the day we re-meet him
Jump on the train down to Southend
Twenty-five young men all at their wits end

We′re all in it for the love not shenanigans
In PRU units and anger management
It was forty pence for a bus
Still the lads jump in the back when on fuss
Jogging home to get changed
To kick the football about in the cage

Growing up in East London
Sunny East London
Chucking eggs at the corner of the junctions
At the corner of the junctions
Running from the old bill around the junctions
No we don't trust them
Growing up in East London
On the corner waiting for conundrums


See I grew up in the land of the sinners
Home of the brave, bold and the winners
Oh what I′d do to go back to winter
All five chicken chips for our dinner
You drive about with your mates in the ringer
You're selling weed to make your pocket money bigger
The old bill are always locking up my niggas
Got the lads sleeping on London pillars

Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Hahaha, fuck sake