Tom - Hak Baker

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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