作曲 : Thomas Mackenzie Bell/Ashley Thomas/Kevin McPherson
My childhood was lover's rock,
rhythm and blues, dancehall,
man used to go bonkers at playing
conkers, pogs and playing marbles,
loved British bulldog, hide and seek
and pass the parcel, Street Fighter,
'round the time that Wrighty
played for Arsenal,
fast forward, money up against the
school yard wall, go home watch
X-men and Marvel at
Hey Arnold,
I was still a virgin but all of my
thoughts carnal, like can I hit your
g spot baby throw it back to
Wayne Marshall, Dark Horse, but
was a sensitive child, temperament
mild, never been wild, rarely was
riled, presentable while was never in
style, man never had a Avi, wasn't
wavy and yet I stood out, I was
sweeter than Lyle's Golden Syrup
always a smile before the ends and
my poor choice of friends made me
vile, life would've been different if
I grew up in Chalfont St Giles, but I
grew up in KG, made me cagey, lucky
that I always got home safely only
know that looking back on it now,
saw my first strap at 15 I was just
chilling at my pals, he let me hold it,
oh, ****ing 'ell, that could've went
south but to his credit took it back
cleaned it and wiped all down, he
pulled out a stack, I'd never even
seen that amount, he said to roll
with him so I rolled with him for a
bit then I bounced, naive to it all but
that's the kinda ting I was 'round, the
writing was on the wall needed more
than parkour to get out,
I'm showing you how.
good youts turn foul,
soft kids turn shower,
I'm telling you how,
Sweet Boys Turn Sour,
my Mum was around, my Dad was
around, raised me well, but soon as
I come out the house, wow,
the zones got me with the influence
that's how it is in most instances,
where do we come from?
North Weezy,
at the time growing up wasn't easy,
please believe me,
so even though the ends is
picturesque and leafy,
underneath the surface it is greasy
different day same feces,
started at school, Brent Cup, started
at ball, a hard tackle was the start
of it all,
friends on the side of the pitch
starting to taunt,
now on the summer holidays
see them at parties and war,
them fun fairs weren't fun affairs
but were hard to ignore,
stand by the bumper cars and screw
the other side 'til your bored,
physically or mentally, then back
to Kensal Green,
I coulda been a rest in peace in
Kilburn times, many times,
but it weren't my time,
lucky I was acting, I was early on
my grind, early on in life, man were
violating all my pride,
thoughts were swirling and swirling,
'til there was murder on mind, good
yout, but I was turning to survive,
end up purchasing a knife, next
man to try a ting is getting chinged,
laws of attraction is a thing, as the
universe would have it, man tried it
went home and grabbed it, came
back a savage and tried to stab him,
he jumped back and started Justin
Gatlin, I chased him and tried to
catch him, he's lucky I never caught
him, I'm lucky I never caught him, if
I did I woulda have bored him, the
karma that woulda bought me, been
arrested by the morning, two sets of
parents bawling, my Mum woulda
never thought it, thought I was
chilling at Courtney's,
yeah I know that sounds sordid, but
everything that I saw, did.
Good kids turn foul
soft youts turn shower,
I'm telling you how,
Sweet Boys Turn Sour,
my Mum was around, my Dad was
around, raised me well, but soon as
I come out the house,
wow.
The zones hit you with the influence
that's how it is in most instances,
Yeah.
作曲 : Thomas Mackenzie Bell/Ashley Thomas/Kevin McPherson
My childhood was lover's rock,
rhythm and blues, dancehall,
man used to go bonkers at playing
conkers, pogs and playing marbles,
loved British bulldog, hide and seek
and pass the parcel, Street Fighter,
'round the time that Wrighty
played for Arsenal,
fast forward, money up against the
school yard wall, go home watch
X-men and Marvel at
Hey Arnold,
I was still a virgin but all of my
thoughts carnal, like can I hit your
g spot baby throw it back to
Wayne Marshall, Dark Horse, but
was a sensitive child, temperament
mild, never been wild, rarely was
riled, presentable while was never in
style, man never had a Avi, wasn't
wavy and yet I stood out, I was
sweeter than Lyle's Golden Syrup
always a smile before the ends and
my poor choice of friends made me
vile, life would've been different if
I grew up in Chalfont St Giles, but I
grew up in KG, made me cagey, lucky
that I always got home safely only
know that looking back on it now,
saw my first strap at 15 I was just
chilling at my pals, he let me hold it,
oh, ****ing 'ell, that could've went
south but to his credit took it back
cleaned it and wiped all down, he
pulled out a stack, I'd never even
seen that amount, he said to roll
with him so I rolled with him for a
bit then I bounced, naive to it all but
that's the kinda ting I was 'round, the
writing was on the wall needed more
than parkour to get out,
I'm showing you how.
good youts turn foul,
soft kids turn shower,
I'm telling you how,
Sweet Boys Turn Sour,
my Mum was around, my Dad was
around, raised me well, but soon as
I come out the house, wow,
the zones got me with the influence
that's how it is in most instances,
where do we come from?
North Weezy,
at the time growing up wasn't easy,
please believe me,
so even though the ends is
picturesque and leafy,
underneath the surface it is greasy
different day same feces,
started at school, Brent Cup, started
at ball, a hard tackle was the start
of it all,
friends on the side of the pitch
starting to taunt,
now on the summer holidays
see them at parties and war,
them fun fairs weren't fun affairs
but were hard to ignore,
stand by the bumper cars and screw
the other side 'til your bored,
physically or mentally, then back
to Kensal Green,
I coulda been a rest in peace in
Kilburn times, many times,
but it weren't my time,
lucky I was acting, I was early on
my grind, early on in life, man were
violating all my pride,
thoughts were swirling and swirling,
'til there was murder on mind, good
yout, but I was turning to survive,
end up purchasing a knife, next
man to try a ting is getting chinged,
laws of attraction is a thing, as the
universe would have it, man tried it
went home and grabbed it, came
back a savage and tried to stab him,
he jumped back and started Justin
Gatlin, I chased him and tried to
catch him, he's lucky I never caught
him, I'm lucky I never caught him, if
I did I woulda have bored him, the
karma that woulda bought me, been
arrested by the morning, two sets of
parents bawling, my Mum woulda
never thought it, thought I was
chilling at Courtney's,
yeah I know that sounds sordid, but
everything that I saw, did.
Good kids turn foul
soft youts turn shower,
I'm telling you how,
Sweet Boys Turn Sour,
my Mum was around, my Dad was
around, raised me well, but soon as
I come out the house,
wow.
The zones hit you with the influence
that's how it is in most instances,
Yeah.