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Looking Back (Explicit)

Loyle Carner
2019-04-193:03 นาทีมีเวลา LRC

"Looking Back (Explicit)" เป็นเพลงของ Loyle Carner, 2019, Pop ความยาว 3:03, 59 lines / 466 words

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0:00作曲 : Benjamin Coyle-Larner/Tom Misch
0:05作词 : Benjamin Coyle-Larner/Tom Misch
0:11Must be a fly in here somewhere, well not anymore, heh heh
0:21Face this
0:23Like water, never taste this
0:31Evil, white rose to a racist
0:27They used to hype 'cause my mothers face was white and my fathers face blacker than the scene outside a spaceship
0:32Flooded with rocks and jewels, crystals shine and shimmer
0:38He never let me use their words, "due time my jigga"
0:38Never called me *****, said it's the master's tongue
0:45But being black and white, the trouble never asked for none
0:42But they all passed me some, **** it, I grabbed it
0:45Both hands in the darkest sun, scribbled 'til the parker's done
0:46Grabbed another pen and scribbled where the parker's spun
0:53Following in footstops of fathers that were asked to run
0:51But not the one who wanted out and so they disappear
0:58All caught up in the fam and feeling like they interfere
0:57I'm thinking that my great grandfather could've owned my other one
0:59And yo, that **** is weird
1:04I'm lost (I'm)
1:10Wondering my cost (I'm)
1:10Telling you, it hurts, (I'm)
1:14If you don't know your worth
1:10So we run from the maker like sons in Jamaica
1:16Heart break, breaker like the sun's an equator
1:15We wasted it, before we even tasted it
1:24Cities on fire
1:29Quite literally
1:30The reason nobody's talking remains a mystery
1:25My brother's lost, telling him do it differently
1:31I wanna take the blame but we don't share the same history
1:31I'm lost
1:36Wonder my cost up in this space
1:37Mixed race, colour on my face, feeling misplaced
1:35A waste
1:42Ain't tryna tell you how my **** taste
1:41Pack a couple days in this thin case, make a move
1:42Write everyday and night 'til I say the truth
1:47Lose looking for some proof that I'm still in news
1:46See, I got it all to lose, nothing to prove
1:52Promise the day I get paid, I'ma pay my dues
1:53Uh, find the karma
1:55Told me I'm from Ghana but really it's Guyana
2:03Uh, I'm Coyle Larner to Carner, the birth place of my father's father
2:05I don't know the answer
2:00I'm lost
2:10Wondering my cost
2:06Telling you it hurts
2:11If you don't know your worth
2:10So we run from the maker like sons in Jamaica
2:18Heart bait breaker, duh, whatever
2:18Wasted it, before we even tasted it
2:41Loyle Carner: Ay, yeah, can I just get uhhh.... You got chicken soup?
2:45Vendor: Nah, only goat soup for today
2:52Loyle Carner: Uh, can I get one goat soup... erm... and then some curried chicken with, uhm, rice and peas
2:51Vendor: Only plain rice
2:55Loyle Carner: Yeah, can I just get plain rice then, and some, er, steamed veg as well please
2:56Vendor: Only plain rice?
3:03Loyle Carner: Yeah
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

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