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    Loyle Carner 4y2f53

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    Yeah, listen
    Let me tell you what I hate, everything I ain't
    Everything I've done, everything I break
    I hate the way that you were saying I'd be great, straight
    Let me tell you what I love, that there's no one above
    The thought: "It is what it is"
    Shit, same thought, it was what it was
    Yeah, I'm like the dove that had flew too close to the Sun
    And he knew deep down there was nothing he could do
    It's fuckеd because the Sun was you, ah
    But still I tеll you what I hate, though
    The same fellas getting bodied by the plain clothes
    The same niggas that would follow under rainbows
    The very same boys that would follow on the way home
    Yeah, either your jacket or your raincoat
    Tryna take suttin' that ain't dope, it's painful
    At times I wish I had a guardian angel
    To help me with the brothers, that's shameful
    But still I love the rainfall (Yeah, the rainfall, rainfall)
    I love the fact that they're so fucking grateful (Yes)
    I love the fact that my plate's full
    I love the money in my bank, it's disgraceful, so many zeroes
    I've brushed shoulders with so many heroes
    I lost count, still hold those dineros
    Tryna say suttin', my ears closed
    I fear those lost in the past living on the recline
    The same look up in their eyes if they're borrowing time
    It's nine lives, on the eight, see the finishing line
    It's right there on the horiz— couldn't finish the rhyme
    I hate time, I said I fucking hate time (Time, time, time)

    Yeah, they said it was all that you could be if you were black Playing ball or maybe rap, and they would say it like a fact
    All my people in the back, all the nurses in the front
    All my teachers, where you at?
    'Cause we've been living like a trap
    Putting numbers on the wall, hoping people would react
    But it's a fact, we've been living in a trap, we're trapped

    I hate, I love, hate the ones who think that they're above
    My grandfather told me: "Never trust in them"
    But I do, yo, the ones I shouldn't, true, I stuck with them
    This is it, still, I seen men hit women
    Who hit back, all them couldn't give a shit
    Hidden but won't crack under pressure of this shit feeling
    Uh, ayo, this shit feeling, listen yo, I fear women
    I fear love, religion, I fear drugs, the feeling
    I fear us, fear us
    Nearing the end, but I can't comprehend my fears
    Wisdom, I fear him
    Yeah, I fear the colour of my skin
    I fear the colour of my kin
    I still feel the colour that's within

    Yo, they said it was all that you could be if you were black
    Playing ball or maybe rap, and they would say it like a fact
    So all my people in the back, all the nurses in the front
    All my teachers, where you at?
    Yeah, 'cause we've been living like a trap
    Putting numbers on the wall, hoping people would react
    But it's a fact, we've been living in a trap, we're trapped

    Yo, they said it was all that you could be if you were black
    Playing ball or maybe rap, and they would say it like a fact
    So all my people in the back, all the nurses in the front
    All my teachers, where you at?
    Yeah, 'cause we've been living like a trap
    Putting numbers on the wall, hoping people would react
    But it's a fact, we've been living in a trap, we're trapped

    (We're trapped, we're trapped)
    The man that flew all away from the Sun
    Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérprete: Benjamin Gerard Coyle-larner (Ben Coyle-larner) (PPL - I)Publicado em 2022ECAD verificado fonograma #37133997 em 14/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM

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