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This Town

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UK Hip-Hop

This Town was released on November 29, 2024 by Dr Flanagan Music as a part of the album Trust In The Chaos

Song Details

AlbumTrust In The Chaos

Release DateNovember 29, 2024

LabelDr Flanagan Music

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM77

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Jack Flash

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Robert Bradley

Songwriter

Lyrics

I was born and raised

In a place that’s sort of strange

For a kid to want to grow up and

Rap and perform on stage

I hear ‘em say I’ve got the wrong idea

They don’t shine too many spotlights here

But let me tell you about this town

I was raised in

Renowned for its stadium

That sits in the centre of a council estate

So when the crowds come to games

They get to see what the mayor is both

Proud and ashamed of in

Huddersfield, West Yorkshire

The less fortunate live

Right next door to the rich

Who swim in it while the poor just tread water

So whether it’s your next bit of weed

Or your electricity

We’re saving for the next quarter

Groundhog day

And the only way you could stop it

Is find the tallest building round here

And jump off it

Except you’d probably survive

It’s not quite Vegas

A sky scraper’s two stories high

In This Town

Where you can love it and hate it

You could destroy and rebuild it

But you couldn’t replace it

This isn’t a place that you go

It’s a place that you end up

And I’ll guarentee you’ve fucked somebody

That your friend’s fucked

It’s all love, or at least it’s trying to be

In the H-U-Double D-E-R-S-F-I-E-L-D

Our parents worked in the mills

We’re cut from a different cloth

I put my town on the map

For every time they missed us off

Now

The night life got like six bars and a club

And each one’s just a mini-market for drugs

All you need is a shit car and a sub

And you too can act like a big star in the Hud’

Now, if you said the high street was dead, I would agree

Empty Greggs bags

Blow through the street like tumbleweeds

In the Wild West Yorkshire

They say we’re country bumpkins

And claim that we’re dumb because of the dialect

That we talk with

Now then lad

Binge drinking’s the culture

And that becomes our initiation into adulthood

Then that becomes a cycle we’re stuck in until retirement

Escaping from the pain of knowing

How Monday to Friday’s spent

We get three days of summer, at best its four

Any more than ten degrees we’re out in vests and shorts

But I’m proud to call it home, even with all of its flaws

I take the piss but if someone else disses it

I’d go to war

For This Town

Where you can love it and hate it

You could destroy and rebuild it

But you couldn’t replace it

This isn’t a place that you go

It’s a place that you end up

And I’ll guarentee you’ve fucked somebody

That your friend’s fucked

It’s all love, or at least it’s trying to be

In the H-U-Double D-E-R-S-F-I-E-L-D

Our parents worked in the mills

We’re cut from a different cloth

I put my town on the map

For every time they missed us off

So this is for anyone in a small town

That always gets forgot about and never called out

Go to London and they’re thinking that you’re foreign

And your football team are playing in the conference

But I’ve still got love for anyone that’s in a small town

That always gets forgot about and never called out

You probably know how living in a bubble feels

Me too, but I’m just glad that bubble’s Huddersfield

Now they say you become a product of your own environment

So then, are our ambitions dictated by the size of it?

See, in our small town we are guilty of small mindedness

We fall into a rut and live and die in it

I try broaden horizons with my music

I hope I help them with this

‘Cause I know there’s some young kid there who’s struggling to think big

So if I could open a door

I might show them there’s more

So wherever I’m going I go there as a spokesman for

This Town

Where you can love it and hate it

You could destroy and rebuild it

But you couldn’t replace it

This isn’t a place that you go

It’s a place that you end up

And I’ll guarentee you’ve fucked somebody

That your friend’s fucked

It’s all love, or at least it’s trying to be

In the H-U-Double D-E-R-S-F-I-E-L-D

Our parents worked in the mills

We’re cut from a different cloth

I put my town on the map

For every time they missed us off

See our parents worked in them mills

We’re cut from a different cloth

I put my town on this map

For every time

They missed us

Off

Written by: Robert Bradley

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