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Conundrum - 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

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