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Conundrum - Hak Baker Lyrics








[Spoken]

Lovely



[Verse 1]

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



[Chorus]

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



[Verse 2]

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



[Verse 3]

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



[Chorus]

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



[Verse 1 reprise]

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



[Outro]

Mmm, mmm



Spoken:

Hahahaha, fuck's sake



Conundrum lyrics !!!