Lyrics

[Intro – Spoken Dub Style]
Yeah… story time fi di real mandem
College days, leather puffa, snooker vibes…
Aye… listen well

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[Verse 1]
Step inna college, mi drip dem mad
Leather puffa pon mi back, mi walk like dad
Link up wid three — tall, short, and in between
Mi crew clean, we run di scene

First year? Mi skip dat, waste o’ time
Mi mrs toxic, mek mi lose mi mind
Dump har one day, she trip and fall
Sh*t bust out, dress brown like mud pon wall

Mi laugh, mi gone — no look back
She cry in street, but mi heart gone black
Life tek twist, mi flip di page
Snooker cue now become mi stage

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[Hook]
Broadway yutes, chips in hand
Snooker table, we di badman band
No books, no notes, just chilli sauce
College was vibes, no damn remorse

We fling egg pon car, fling egg pon street
Ealing Broadway, mi foot dem fleet
Years gone by, but mi never forget
Dem days still fresh like a new cassette

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[Verse 2]
Second year now, mi sharper still
Mi and short man mash joke and chill
Average height man start get soft
Fall in love and start driftin’ off

But snooker call, and chip shop know
We deh pon bench till late night glow
Sauce drip pon jeans, face full o’ grin
No diploma but we full a win

From chalk to cue, egg to whip
Man grow fast, but nah lose grip
Still ride out when streetlight dim
Me and short man — still lock in

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[Bridge – Chanting Melody]
Puffa jacket, memories blaze
Yutes pon fire in dem college days
No regret, just joke and style
Laugh till belly buss, mile after mile

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[Hook – Repeat]
Broadway yutes, chips in hand
Snooker table, we di badman band
No books, no notes, just chilli sauce
College was vibes, no damn remorse

We fling egg pon car, fling egg pon street
Ealing Broadway, mi foot dem fleet
Years gone by, but mi never forget
Dem days still fresh like a new cassette

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[Outro – Spoken Slow Dub Echo]
Yeah… me and short man still roll
Life tek turn, but di story still bold
College done, but mi carry di flame
Broadway yutes — yuh know di name