Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sleepy Little Town, artist - Jack Flash
Date of issue: 11.01.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sleepy Little Town |
Let me describe it |
Between where the Pennines sit |
And the Sun fights through cloud to keep the skies lit |
There’s a town I call home |
Where shadows from the Sun |
Divide countryside views from industrialised |
Where bad news travels fast |
In a small world of glorified car girls and alley cats |
Bordering Halifax and Leeds City |
Travel on the train for £3.50p |
Now keep me |
Past the leafless trees and grey buildings |
We dream to escape and make millions |
Instead we stay and raise children |
We’re stuck here now |
In this grime filled drugged up town |
And the average man’s afraid to mention |
All the class prejudices |
And the underlying racial tension |
Now it feels like a musical ghost town |
Especially since Fourth Wave and Badlands closed down |
Beats & Pieces run the open mics |
And the streets aren’t safe to walk alone at night |
So, no, the roads aren’t paved with gold |
In this sleepy little town that I’ve made my home |
In this sleepy little town |
Yeah, you know we can’t catch no zees |
Keep grinding tryna stack those Ps |
In the offices and factories |
Farmers to |
People gotta earn their keep |
In this sleepy little town |
Yeah, you know we can’t catch no Zs |
Keep grinding tryna stack Queen’s heads |
You know gotta stack those grands |
Where an know the barren lands |
Like they back of they hands |
In this sleepy little town |
In this sleepy little town |
Something just might |
Jump up and bite you |
Right |
Now |
Where the raw countryside surrounds you |
The ghettos get neglected by Kirklees council |
Where man’ll burn trees by the ounce still |
No brakes |
No hands |
Cycling downhill |
And that’s just how a fella feels |
It’s like the whole goes round |
To the sound of the Ferris wheel |
This forever real |
This forever will |
There saying that I’ll switch |
Even though I never will |
Get rich and bail |
Gotta tryna tip the scale |
Kids out |
Tryna flip grounds on a bigger scale |
Pigs’ll have 'em stripped down like a Chippendale |
On some chip & pin fraud |
Sitting indoors |
With your in laws |
When they knock on the front |
If you end up inside |
You still had some fun |
And so |
We sip rum and coke |
And soak up the smoke |
And hope that your best friend don’t cut your throat |
It’s just some shit I wrote |
With the 'Field in mind |
If you feel the grind, you can probably feel my vibe |
In this sleepy little town |
Yeah, you know we can’t catch no zees |
Keep grinding tryna stack those Ps |
In the offices and factories |
Farmers to |
People gotta earn their keep |
In this sleepy little town |
Yeah, you know we can’t catch no Zs |
Keep grinding tryna stack Queen’s heads |
You know gotta stack those grands |
Where an know the barren lands |
Like they back of they hands |
In this sleepy little town |
See my verse all starts with a newsflash |
Direct to my mobile phone |
Told got one in his… |
See the problem is |
Breddas petrified of labour |
But want paper |
Ex-mill worker sods |
Flip work for fods |
And the grass must get cut |
If you run your gums |
I truly hope you’re |
Not the one |
To run your mouth |
And chat 'bout man’s private affairs |
Yo, living in arrears |
Doubts from your peers |
See, home is where the hurt is |
My heart is where is started |
Been missing for over a year |
Dearly departed |
My truth is the sum of all fears |
Kill a loop with abuse |
Yo I want you to hear |
'Cause this will seduce |
This bruddas get gears |
Hold tight |
For a legitimate wage |
I hold mics |
Rest assured I’ll be singing his praise |
And putting my town on the map |
Faking graft |
Live from the 'Field |
It ain’t flat caps and whippets |
Envision the real |
Let me backtrack |
I just flashback |
And stand up for what I feel |
In this sleepy little town |
Yeah, you know we can’t catch no zees |
Keep grinding tryna stack those Ps |
In the offices and factories |
Farmers to |
People gotta earn their keep |
In this sleepy little town |
Yeah, you know we can’t catch no Zs |
Keep grinding tryna stack Queen’s heads |
You know gotta stack those grands |
Where an know the barren lands |
Like they back of they hands |
In this sleepy little town |