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Unsigned G-folk artist Hak Baker performs Conundrum on Later... with Jools Holland
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hak Baker
Hak Baker
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hak Baker
Hak Baker
Producer
Ali Bla Bla
Ali Bla Bla
Producer

Lyrics

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 Oh five chicken chips for our dinner You drive about wit' your mates in the ringer You selling weed to make ya pocket money bigger The old bill are always locking up my n*ggas Them white boys knickin' bikes to make figures Yo, growin' up in East London, sunny East London Chuckin' eggs at the corner of the junction At the corner of the junction Running from the old bill and their truncheons No we don't trust 'em Yo, growin' up in East London On the corner waitin' for conundrums Everyday, everyday was a laugh The lads jumpin' 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 'cuz 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 'Ere, can't wait 'til the day we re-meet him Jump on the train down to south end (Twenty-five) young men all at their wit's end We're all in it for the love of shenanigans PRU units and anger management (It was) forty pence for a bus Still the lads jump in the back with no fuss We're jogging home to get changed To kick a football about in the cage oh Growin' up in East London, sunny East London Chuckin' eggs at the corner of the junctions At the corner of the junctions Running from the old bill and their truncheons No, we don't trust 'dem boy 'dem Growin' up in East London On the corner waitin' 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 Oh five chicken chips for our dinner You drive about wit' your mates in the ringer You selling weed to make ya pocket money bigger The old bill are always locking up my n*ggas Got the lad's sleepin' on London pillars Mmm, mmm Hahahaha, f*ck's sake
Writer(s): Ali Reza Bazrcar, Hakeem Baker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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