[00:00.000] 作词 : Benjamin Coyle-Larner/Tom Misch
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Benjamin Coyle-Larner/Tom Misch
[00:02.967] Must be a fly in here somewhere, well not anymore, heh heh
[00:20.118] Face this
[00:21.292] Like water, never taste this
[00:22.976] Evil, white rose to a racist
[00:25.246] They used to hype 'cause my mothers face was white and my fathers face blacker than the scene outside a spaceship
[00:30.248] Flooded with rocks and jewels, crystals shine and shimmer
[00:32.676] He never let me use their words, "due time my jigga"
[00:35.300]Never called me b***h, said it's the master's tongue
[00:37.803] But being black and white, the trouble never asked for none
[00:40.231]But they all passed me some, **** it, I grabbed it
[00:42.384] Both hands in the darkest sun, scribbled 'til the parker's done
[00:45.102] Grabbed another pen and scribbled where the parker's spun
[00:47.687] Following in footstops of fathers that were asked to run
[00:50.177] But not the one who wanted out and so they disappear
[00:52.608] All caught up in the fam and feeling like they interfere
[00:55.230] I'm thinking that my great grandfather could've owned my other one
[00:58.163]And yo, that shit is weird
[01:00.456] I'm lost (I'm)
[01:01.999] Wondering my cost (I'm)
[01:04.625] Telling you, it hurts, (I'm)
[01:06.868] If you don't know your worth
[01:09.199] So we run from the maker like sons in Jamaica
[01:12.435] Heart break, breaker like the sun's an equator
[01:15.013] We wasted it, before we even tasted it
[01:19.517] Cities on fire
[01:21.820] Quite literally
[01:22.869] The reason nobody's talking remains a mystery
[01:25.061] My brother's lost, telling him do it differently
[01:27.469] I wanna take the blame but we don't share the same history
[01:30.117] I'm lost
[01:30.616] Wonder my cost up in this space
[01:32.549] Mixed race, colour on my face, feeling misplaced
[01:35.068] A waste
[01:35.713]Ain't tryna tell you how my shit taste
[01:37.493] Pack a couple days in this thin case, make a move
[01:40.251] Write everyday and night 'til I say the truth
[01:42.531] Lose looking for some proof that I'm still in news
[01:45.127] See, I got it all to lose, nothing to prove
[01:47.594] Promise the day I get paid, I'ma pay my dues
[01:50.352] Uh, find the karma
[01:52.328] Told me I'm from Ghana but really it's Guyana
[01:54.943] Uh, I'm Coyle Larner to Carner, the birth place of my father's father
[01:58.765] I don't know the answer
[02:00.021] I'm lost
[02:01.967] Wondering my cost
[02:04.298] Telling you it hurts
[02:06.559] If you don't know your worth
[02:09.190] So we run from the maker like sons in Jamaica
[02:12.673] Heart bait breaker, duh, whatever
[02:15.331] Wasted it, before we even tasted it
[02:19.004]****
[02:39.239] Loyle Carner: Ay, yeah, can I just get uhhh.... You got chicken soup?
[02:43.283] Vendor: Nah, only goat soup for today
[02:44.819] Loyle Carner: Uh, can I get one goat soup... erm... and then some curried chicken with, uhm, rice and peas
[02:51.093] Vendor: Only plain rice
[02:52.313] Loyle Carner: Yeah, can I just get plain rice then, and some, er, steamed veg as well please
[02:55.185] Vendor: Only plain rice?
[02:55.897] Loyle Carner: Yeah

作词 : Benjamin Coyle-Larner/Tom Misch
作曲 : 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 b***h, 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 shit 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 shit 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