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Tom
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Tom adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Hak Attack Records tarafından 12 Kasım 2017 tarihinde yayınlandıMisfits - EP
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Çıkış Tarihi12 Kasım 2017
FirmaHak Attack Records
DilEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM68

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hak Baker
Hak Baker
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hak Baker
Hak Baker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hak Baker
Hak Baker
Producer
Ali Bla Bla
Ali Bla Bla
Producer

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[Verse 1]
Nothing I could do, nothing I could say
I'm not putting any use on a four year stay
So much on my plate, we just lost our mate
And theres nothing I could do or nothing I could say
[Verse 2]
Sitting in my cell, thinking of my mates
I know they're all broken, I know there is stakes
Crying all these tears, thinking all these things
Two pace on the corner when the four o's on the wind
[Verse 3]
Thinking of my friends, thinking of my past
We just lost our mate and the pain is just like, wow
Sitting on the sofa, five years down the line
I just left they graveyard not knowing that who's small
[Verse 4]
Think about the lads, think about the boys
We just lost our rider, their ma want's make noise
So did them fans, oi-yoi-yoi, island boys
Man, we give anything to have back our boy
[Verse 5]
The lads miss you, we all do
Yeah, we do, yeah, we do
The lads miss you, we all do
Yeah, we do, yeah, we do
[Verse 6]
Our sad issue, we got issues
That's life I guess
That's life I guess
I guess
[Verse 7]
Spending all our time chewing in the shed
Back then, everybody was friends then, everybody was bliss
Everybody was brethren then, every lad there was a ledge
Nowadays there's so much beef, might come over and ref
[Verse 8]
We go jump on the train, shoot down to south end
Canham Canivan, Louis Caine, so did Charlie then
We go and try and pull birds then end up on a bender
Always have a ride, that's the top weak end up
[Verse 9]
Speaking of the weekend, we fly down to Essex
Coming at, let's go out, was your favorite text message
I wonder would you oblige, we jump in the ride
Bing drinking on the eight for, eat and tryna stay alive
[Verse 10]
Spliff in my right hand, my face in the other
Two times a year I send flowers to your mother
Added that show, totin' a Ralph Lauren jumper
I do hope your soul's at rest, mate, I love ya
[Verse 11]
The lads miss you, we all do
Yeah, we do, yeah, we do
The lads miss you, we all do
Yeah, we do, yeah, we do
[Verse 12]
Our sad issue, we got issues
That's life I guess
That's life I guess
I guess
[Verse 13]
So much great memories, now how can I be sad?
Chew it in the trap, ten birds and about eight lads
So many great lads dead, mate, every lad there was a chap
Spliff in my hand, tryna figure out to get those days back, man
[Verse 14]
Every drink in my hand, tryna figure out to get those days back
Every risk we take just tryna get back to the flat
Every wish that I make sadly never gave us you back
Spliff in my hand, tryna figure out to get those days back
[Verse 15]
We do
We do
Things don't seem to be the same since you've gone
So, I sing songs
[Verse 16]
That's life I guess
That's life I guess
I guess
Written by: Hak Baker
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