OW87 Lyrics

Went to school in the wrong scheme

I was from the bushie

OH was from the young team

Bad boy had the best bird in school

Breaking all the rules

Gang fights behind the swimming pool

Dance tunes pumping on a set of Techniques

Rockports, Burberry hats, blue Mera Peaks

Was the style back then

Back in Belarmine

The Pollok centre

Stan’s den

Close my eyes

Can still see your cheeky little grin

Happy as f***

Trackied up

Outside the stag Inn

Not the type of guy

To go and hide behind a shield

Can remember you in the streets

Telling them f****** pick a field

We never lost touch as we got older

Didn’t have a license and he pulled up in a Range Rover

Yaaasss

That’s my mother f****** boy

Blacked out alloys

F****** real mccoy

Where’d this rain come from

Didn’t notice the sky turn grey

Comment on my post from you said phone call away

Without a grain of self-purpose

Had everybodies back

On that night in Pollokshaws where the fuck were people at

A hunter wouldn’t go toe to toe

in the jungle with a tiger

They nip them in the back from the bushes with a sniper

Tupac picture me rolling instead it’s picture him beside her

For the love you gave to others

People are willing to do a lifer

I could have went out my way

To see you more and wish I had

Driving through your bit and can’t find my comrade

Messed up when I see your little kids without their dad

Wish I’d been about at the end more hope that you can understand

Best guy you’d meet

There in a heartbeat

Fuck the polis

Not discreet

New Beemer round the back street

Reminiscing about the past

Kicking about the streets of Pollok always quick to have a dash

Tool in the stash

Blue lights done the backs

New bird every week

Pumping Skepta in the Jag

Buckfast on the table

New top from Cruise

Givenchy on the label

In the strippers spending grands

Gobble in the Bylthswood Spa

Ended up getting banned

Mr wrong and Mr right

Some guy said one night

Fuck it, he’s full of shit

Talking slang not polite

Right through the stoplight

Potterhill did ignite

Under the moonlight

You treated others equal, that was unknown

They’ll never forget the love that was shown

If it was true about a wishbone

I’d ask for to be here and see me on the microphone

Rest in peace Owen