Testo Looking Back - Loyle Carner
Testo della canzone Looking Back (Loyle Carner), tratta dall'album Not Waving, But Drowning
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 nigga, said it's the master's tongue
But being black and white, the trouble never asked for none
But they all passed me some, fuck 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
Fuck
Ay, yeah, can I just get uhhh.
You got chicken soup?
Nah, only goat soup for today
Uh, can I get one goat soup... erm...
And then some curried chicken with, Only plain rice
Yeah, can I just get plain rice then,
And some, er, steamed veg as well please
Only plain rice?
Yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Abraham Misch, Benjamin Gerard Coyle-larner
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