Lyrics:
in the bitch with the team
Living the dream, bitch, in the scene
Drinks on me when I'm rolling
Drive the whip like it's stolen
I'm a Bradford boy,
the Bradford Cities and the Oreoles
And you look like a star but you're still on the dole
All the way from Memphis
Yeah it's a mighty long way down rock n'
(diana ross/freddie gorman/janie bradford)
Go deep in circles
To find it in me
Rain falls around to my beginnings
So many riddles of my identity
I
UH-HUH-MM
WRITERS SYLVESTER BRADFORD, AL LEWIS
Uh-huh-huh, uh-huh-huh Well I see a pretty girl walking down the street uh-huh-huh, uh-huh-huh Well
picked a needle up with one hand
Now up in Bradford
A chap named Radford
While taking part in a local play
Was intercepted and then suspected
And met a family from Bradford that we knew
Oooh, a melody! Burp!
My pink half of the drainpipe
Separates next door from me
My pink half
He got shafted in Bradford for his out of date routines up there
And the trouble he ran into Brighton was more than his share
He's been running for
with one hand
Now, up in Bradford a chap named Radford
While taking part in a local play
Was intercepted and then suspected
Of going Ooh wakka doo wakka
eres mia
Dejas un vacío siempre que te vas
Linaje Records
Danny Bradford On The Beat
The Coach
Emantic "EJ" Fitzgerald Bradford Jr. was 21
Jonathan Hart was 21
Terrance Franklin 22
Stephon Clark 22
John Crawford III was 22
Shantel Davis 23
Miles Hall
A.Lewis, F.Domino. S.Bradford
a waist line
Tryna get her on my line
Tell her slide to my side
Bradford up north that's west side
She undone my belt and went down south
Ride for my bros
at the Bradford Beach Club
We were talking 'bout the Globe in the 90s
We were drinking sours at The Hotel Foster
You chicken sashimi
You chicken sashimi
You chicken
Bradford, can't you tell
Apparently my hair's good looking, well
I'm actually good mates with that Dynamo chap
But then he says that I can't rap
On Saturdays,
at the Bradford Beach Club
We were talking 'bout the Globe in the 90s
We were drinking sours at The Hotel Foster
You chicken sashimi
You chicken sashimi
You chicken
at the Bradford Beach Club
We were talking 'bout the Globe in the 90s
We were drinking sours at The Hotel Foster
You chicken sashimi
You chicken sashimi
You chicken
son
Careening through the screen door
Drunk, and all alone
Sending bottles at the Bradfords
Cursing his only home
He said: I am not like you
I know
It was so merry, Bombing a ferry
Shot, Robert Bradford (Sly cunt)
Got a reward, Airey Neaves face on a dartboard
Give us a north, or your body will
of was how I'd love to be in Bradford
Coz when I think of times past; I know I was lucky
Got more than I deserved though my parents didn't have money
I was
the day that the world met you
Siblings sprinting to accumulate shares
The vulnerable leathers hanging from the Bradford pears
Many evenings would probably
or Scunthorp, Bradford, Barnsley too
or Grimsby
Listen up to what we have to say
Northern birds are lazy ugly whores who smell of burgers
So dont have too much
and Clyde
Drexler
WALL-E, Dido, Ted Hughes
Isaac Newton strapped tight to a NASA centrifuge
Neil Young, Vernon Dursley
Dudley Ct., Bradford Ave
"I brought
Or simply coincidence
Or is it a myth
The thought so intense I cried
Turned off the engine and went inside
Sitting outside under a Bradford pear
At 4
don't want to remember that, I want the mathematician
The man who introduced me to jazz and Bradford City
Who nurtured my interest in rap and played
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