Gangster's Paradise Lost 🎶

Yorkshire in the house

Air-meh and Sophie

Carnatic Halls, day one

This is how it started...

Carnatic Halls, Liverpool, day one on the scene

Waiting for our parents to leave, you know what I mean

"You want a cigarette?" the second they were gone

Hall buddies from that moment, bonded ever since dawn

Vodka Red Bull Tuesdays, quad-vods for a fiver

Four shots deep, Sophie, we were survivors

You fell in the pond at Carnatic, soaking wet

But that's not the wildest story yet

Garmoyle Road parties every single night

Architecture crew living, everything felt right

Stig coming down from Leeds with party favors

Mentalist stories, dangerous behaviors

We've been living in a gangster's paradise

Coolio's hotel room, paid a heavy price

He climbed the alcove high, trying to show off

But we weren't having it, had to get lost

We've been running from a gangster's paradise

Down the Adelphi hallways, rolling the dice

Five grand from The Sun, but the uni said no

Sophie and Air-meh, that's how the story goes

Coolio concert at uni, backstage we got in

His entourage convinced us, let the night begin

Up to the Adelphi Hotel, his room on high

But something felt wrong as the night went by

High on drugs, sexual intentions clear

He tried to lock the door, we felt the fear

Climbed that alcove like he owned the place

Then chased us down the hall, we had to race

We tried to sell our story, five grand each

The Sun wanted details, everything we could teach

Called the university for a simple quote

Year head approached us, cleared her throat

"You can sell your story, that's your choice to make

But you won't have a place here, make no mistake"

Imagine that today, the uni'd be cancelled for sure

But back then we were silenced, couldn't open that door

But we were talk of the uni anyway

That Adelphi night, everyone had something to say

Stig flooding villages while working his job

Sophie loved those stories, mentalist mob

We've been living in a gangster's paradise

Coolio's hotel room, paid a heavy price

He climbed the alcove high, trying to show off

But we weren't having it, had to get lost

We've been running from a gangster's paradise

Down the Adelphi hallways, rolling the dice

Five grand from The Sun, but the uni said no

Sophie and Air-meh, that's how the story goes

Now I'm in Australia, accountant life so far

You're in Trinidad, we're under different stars

But I remember Barbados, your Tobago wedding day

Barefoot bridesmaid on the beach, what can I say?

Garmoyle Road parties, architecture crew nights

James was there through all our university fights

Twenty years of friendship, from that cigarette first

Hall buddies forever, through better and worst

We survived that gangster's paradise

Coolio's hotel room, we paid the price

He climbed the alcove high, trying to show off

But we got away, Sophie, we got lost

We escaped from that gangster's paradise

Down the Adelphi hallways, rolling the dice

Five grand we lost, but kept our degrees

Sophie, happy forty, here's to memories!

From Yorkshire to Trinidad, the bond remains

Carnatic Halls to now, through all the pains

That Coolio night we'll never forget

Sophie and Air-meh, no regrets

Quad-vods on Tuesdays, sparkling wine today

Twenty years later, still got things to say

You fell in ponds, you loved the Stig tales

Gangster's paradise lost, but friendship prevails