Bashy - Sweet Boys Turned Sour Lyrics

My childhood was Lovers Rock
Rhythm and Blues, Dancehall
Man used to go bonkers at conkers
Pogs and playing marbles
Loved British-bulldog
Hide and seek and pass the parcel
Street Fighter
'Round the time that Wrighty played for Arsenal
Fast forward
Money up against the schoolyard wall
Go home, watch X-Men and Marvel at Hey Arnold
I was still a virgin but all of my thoughts carnal
Like can I hit your G-spot, baby?
Throw it back to Wayne Marshall
Dark horse, but was a sensitive child
Temperament mild, never been wild, rarely was riled
Presentable while was never in style
Man never had a Avi
Wasn't wavy and yet I stood out
I was sweeter than Lyle's Golden Syrup, always a smile
Before the ends and my poor choice of friends made me vile
Life would've been different if I grew up in Chalfont St Giles
But I grew up in KG, made me cagey
Lucky that I always got home safely
Only know that looking back on it now
Saw my first strap at fifteen
I was just chilling at my pal's
He let me hold it, oh, f*cking hell
That could've went south
But to his credit, took it back
Cleaned it and wiped it all down
He pulled out a stack, I'd never even seen that amount
He said to roll with him
So I rolled with him for a bit then I bounced
Naive to it all, but that's the kinda ting I was 'round
The writing was on the wall
Needed more than parkour to get out

I'm showing you how
Good youths turn foul
Soft kids turn shower
I'm telling you how
Sweet boys turn sour
My mum was around, my dad was around
Raised me well, but soon as I come out the house, wow
The zones got me with the influence
That's how it is in most instances

Where do we come from? North Weezy
At the time growing up wasn't easy, please believe me
So even though the ends is picturesque and leafy
Underneath the surface, it is greasy
Different day, same feces
Started at school, Brent Cup
Started at ball, a hard tackle was the start of it all
Friends on the side of the pitch starting to taunt
Now, on the summer holidays, see them at parties and war
Them fun fairs weren't fun affairs, but were hard to ignore
Stand by the bumper cars and screw the other side 'til you're bored
Physically or mentally then back to Kensal Green
I coulda been a rest in peace in Kilburn Times many times, but it weren't my time
Lucky I was acting, I was early on my grind
Early on in life, man were violating all my pride
Thoughts were swirling and swirling 'til there was murder on mind
Good yout, but I was turning to survive
End up purchasing a knife, next man to try a ting is getting chinged
Laws of attraction is a thing
As the universe would have it, man tried it, went home and grabbed it
Came back a savage and tried to stab him
He jumped back and started Justin Gatlin
I chased him and tried to catch him
He's lucky I never caught him
I'm lucky I never caught him
If I did, I woulda have bored him
The karma that woulda bought me
Been arrested by the morning
Two sets of parents bawling
My mum woulda never thought it
Thought I was chilling at Courtney's
Yeah, I know that sounds sordid
But everything that I saw, did

Good kuds turn foul
Soft kids turn shower
I'm telling you how
Sweet boys turn sour
My mum was around, my dad was around
Raised me well, but soon as I come out the house, wow
The zones got me with the influence
That's how it is in most instances
Yeah