Lyrics

[Verse 1 - Pak-Man] My life story too real for an interview Felt like the odd one out since a little yout I was born in Barnsley, long way from Karachi My mum's Pakistani, my dad was a revert from Liverpool Married my mother and had two kids Truth is, mum said you never used to do shit Brought her sons back to London, Mum was born in Clapham When I changed school I still had a Yorkshire accent Two hundred mile drive down to Lambeth bro Grew up in Nana's house off of Palace Road Was a little child, didn't know Dad was ghost Years passed and we lost touch, I still had some hope Me and my brother used to sneak out of home alonе Roam the roads, had a pager then bеfore mobile phones Deep down I was a good kid But look at what the hood did [Hook - Biggapicture] Story of my life, no dad was there, mummy I rate you It was cold outside when granddad died, I feel the pain too Memories, cemeteries We will never forget you, hope you rest in peace [Verse 2 - Pak-Man] Let me get my facts straight as I write my history My Nana left Pakistan in the 1950's When there was still racist signs in Bricky Two years later he brang over his wife and pickney He had two sons, three daughters, one died His whole life he had one woman, one wife Naani died of cancer just before I was two Used to love my Nana's cooking, always frying food He'd always cook koftas By now I was a couple foot taller, tryna be a footballer By now my mum had got her own place She wanted me at home safe but I was on the roads late South of the bridge, Nana moved in our house for a bit Took me Lahore in 2006 Then he moved to Nottingham, lived longer than a lot of men Died at 94, I bought these flowers for him [Hook - Biggapicture] Story of my life, no dad was there, mummy I rate you It was cold outside when granddad died, I feel the pain too Memories, cemeteries We will never forget you, hope you rest in peace