作曲 : Benjamin Coyle-Larner/Tom Misch

作词 : Benjamin Coyle-Larner/Tom Misch

Must be a fly in here somewhere, well not anymore, heh heh

Face this

Like water, never taste this

Evil, white rose to a racist

They used to hype 'cause my mothers face was white and my fathers face blacker than the scene outside a spaceship

Flooded with rocks and jewels, crystals shine and shimmer

He never let me use their words, "due time my jigga"

Never called me *****, said it's the master's tongue

But being black and white, the trouble never asked for none

But they all passed me some, **** it, I grabbed it

Both hands in the darkest sun, scribbled 'til the parker's done

Grabbed another pen and scribbled where the parker's spun

Following in footstops of fathers that were asked to run

But not the one who wanted out and so they disappear

All caught up in the fam and feeling like they interfere

I'm thinking that my great grandfather could've owned my other one

And yo, that **** is weird

I'm lost (I'm)

Wondering my cost (I'm)

Telling you, it hurts, (I'm)

If you don't know your worth

So we run from the maker like sons in Jamaica

Heart break, breaker like the sun's an equator

We wasted it, before we even tasted it

Cities on fire

Quite literally

The reason nobody's talking remains a mystery

My brother's lost, telling him do it differently

I wanna take the blame but we don't share the same history

I'm lost

Wonder my cost up in this space

Mixed race, colour on my face, feeling misplaced

A waste

Ain't tryna tell you how my **** taste

Pack a couple days in this thin case, make a move

Write everyday and night 'til I say the truth

Lose looking for some proof that I'm still in news

See, I got it all to lose, nothing to prove

Promise the day I get paid, I'ma pay my dues

Uh, find the karma

Told me I'm from Ghana but really it's Guyana

Uh, I'm Coyle Larner to Carner, the birth place of my father's father

I don't know the answer

I'm lost

Wondering my cost

Telling you it hurts

If you don't know your worth

So we run from the maker like sons in Jamaica

Heart bait breaker, duh, whatever

Wasted it, before we even tasted it

Loyle Carner: Ay, yeah, can I just get uhhh.... You got chicken soup?

Vendor: Nah, only goat soup for today

Loyle Carner: Uh, can I get one goat soup... erm... and then some curried chicken with, uhm, rice and peas

Vendor: Only plain rice

Loyle Carner: Yeah, can I just get plain rice then, and some, er, steamed veg as well please

Vendor: Only plain rice?

Loyle Carner: Yeah