Lyrics

"Sinners on the Centre" (UK Drill / Hip-Hop Trap – Redditch Edition)


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Intro (Spoken)

Yeah, yeah…
Redditch town, where stories don’t fade,
Where the past don’t die, just gets replayed…
Churchill, Woodrow, Matchborough, Batchley,
Winyates, Headless Cross, Lakeside, Abbey,
Southcrest, Greenlands, Mayfields too,
If you grew up ‘round here, then you knew…

Bus station? Ahhh, that was the spot!


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Verse 1 (Gritty & Sinister)

Bus station lurk, where it all went left,
Man got chased, blue lights in the west,
Batchley crew had the backroads blessed,
Matchborough lads? Move too deft.

Woodrow talkin’, whispers spread,
One wrong move, next thing’s dread,
Fists get thrown, shirts turn red,
Same old cycle, words unsaid.

Foot chase madness, jumpin’ through gaps,
Bus lane dash when the blue lights flash,
Winyates tense, man’s in the back,
Headless Cross? Just sipped and sat.


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Chorus (Catchy & Hard-Hitting)

Sinners on the Centre, past don’t fade,
Stories get told in the bus lane shade,
Fights, disputes, man got played,
Same old cycle, different days.

Sinners on the Centre, tales get spun,
Laughs, regrets, we were young,
Centre was wild, but the past still runs,
Ain't no escape when the town still hums.


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Verse 2 (Nostalgic & Reflective)

Churchill lights in the winter mist,
Shopfront glow where the old lot sit,
Lakeside lurking, where things got tense,
Mayfields nights, long-time spent.

Matchborough packed, moves got mapped,
Greenlands links where the mandem stacked,
Southcrest wild when the old ones spoke,
Abbey man flexed, new coats, no joke.

Late-night missions, bus rides home,
Phones on silent, can’t get known,
Some got caught, some got grown,
Past don’t die, just sets the tone.


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Bridge (Serious & Emotional)

But we all grew up, some left, some stayed,
Some got rich, some still got paid,
Some went ghost, some still got rage,
Some found peace, some locked in a cage.

Every centre got sins and questions,
Past don’t die, it just gets mentioned,
Round here? It’s all connection.


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Chorus (Catchy & Hard-Hitting)

Sinners on the Centre, past don’t fade,
Stories get told in the bus lane shade,
Fights, disputes, man got played,
Same old cycle, different days.

Sinners on the Centre, tales get spun,
Laughs, regrets, we were young,
Centre was wild, but the past still runs,
Ain't no escape when the town still hums.


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Outro (Spoken, Thoughtful)

The centre saw it all…
The bus station? That was peak.
Man met there, beef started there, friendships fixed there…
Ain’t no hiding from the past when the walls still whisper…
Sinners on the Centre…
We don’t forget… but we move forward.