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    • Brum Riddim Commute

    Brum Riddim Commute

    Froggington

    Awroit.

    Birmingham.

    Turn that bass up,

    bab.

    Yeah.

    Sound.

    Come through Digbeth on a Friday night,

    Road's all wet and the lights are bright,

    Bus pulls out and blocks the lane,

    Some poor sod stood there in the rain.

    Up through Aston, down Small Heath,

    Number eleven crawling underneath,

    Roadworks here and roadworks there,

    Bloody cones absolutely everywhere.

    New Street packed, can't move about,

    Broad Street's kicking everybody out,

    Missed me train by half a minute,

    Welcome to Brum, mate.

    You're living in it.

    WELCOME TO BRUM!

    (AWROIT, BAB!)

    Cars backed up and the ring road's rammed.

    WELCOME TO BRUM! (YEAH,

    SOUND!) Spaghetti Junction going round and round.

    WELCOME TO BRUM! (WHERE YOW GOING?)

    Nowhere, mate.

    Traffic ay moving.

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