Hak Baker Tom
[Verse 1]
Nothing I could, 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 there's nothing I could do or nothing I could say
Sitting in my cell, thinking of my mates
I know they're all broken, I know they're in states
Crying all these tears, thinking all these things
Two pace on the corner, when the photos on the wind
[Verse 2]
Thinking of my friends, thinking of my pals
We just lost our mate and the pain is just like, wow
Sitting on the sofa, five years down the line
I just left the graveyard, not knowing how to smile
Thinking 'bout the lads, thinking 'bout the boys
We just lost our rider, their ma want's make noise
So did them fans, oi-yoi-yoi, island boys
Man we'd give anything to have back our boy
[Chorus]
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
Our sad issue, we got issues
That's life I guess
That's life I guess
I guess
[Verse 3]
Spending all our time chilling in the shed
Back then, everybody was friends then, everybody was blessed
Everybody was brethens then, every lad there was a legde
Nowadays there's so much beef, might come over and ref
We go jump on the train, shoot down the south end
Canham Canivan always came so did Charlie Bender
We go trample birds, then end up on a bender
Always have a ride, that's a top weekender
[Verse 4]
Speaking of the weekend, we fly down to Essex
Coming at, let's go out, was your favorite text message
I would always oblige, we jump in the ride
Binge drinking on the 813, tryna stay alive
Spliff in my right hand, my face in the other
Two times a year I send flowers to your mother
Adidas shell toes and a Ralph Lauren jumper
I do hope your soul's at rest, mate, I love ya
[Chorus]
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
Our sad issue, we got issues
That's life I guess
That's life I guess
I guess
[Verse 5]
So much great memories, now how can I be sad?
Chilling in the trap, ten birds and about eight lads
So many great lads there mate, every lad there was a chap
Spliff in my hand, tryna figure how to get those days back, man
Drink in my hand, tryna figure how 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 how to get those days back
[Outro]
We do, we do
Things don't seem to be the same since you've gone
So I sing songs
That's life I guess
That's life I guess
I guess