- Loyle Carner Sun of Jean 歌詞
- Loyle Carner
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Whose world is this? Bruv, of course its ours Saying I aint been the same since I caught the scars They dont fade, I aint ashamed Watch us fall from Mars Cos its the fallen parts and all the dust settles And we all call on ours fast as we pluck petals We let the love pour into our brain Another day doing more to maintain Saying finally those tears in my mothers eyes Tears from the other side Tears of joy, her little boys got his mothers pride You dont know nothing bout the rain til you come inside And watch it trickle past the pane as the summer rise Cause aint no love inside My heart Except for my mother and my diehards I stay firm Little brother keeps my mind sharp If I lost yours come and find ours Ive got pleasures Becoming pressures They make me want to drift away They make me want to drift away I wasnt running from the beast, I was running from myself Running out of street, she was worried bout my health Wasnt worried it was beef Wasnt worried it was girls She was worried it was me and my mother couldnt tell Something bigger than the world For me and Ryan Now he could see that Ive been crying Tell a little lie and say theres something in my eye And from the second he could see that Ive been lying He would think I wasnt trying Telling him, look honestly Im dying To be the bigger man, the one thatyoure relying on I keep it strong So I tell another lie cause its the only way to keep me from denying So I tell him brother listen Listen, when the sun dont glisten All the days turn grey and the love goes missing Hate wont fade and the front row hissing Youre the only one that keeps my heart wishing Ive got pleasures Becoming pressures They make me want to drift away They make me want to drift away Call me the son of Jean My little submarine Me and my mother, there aint nothing that can come between Call me the son of Jean My little submarine Me and my mother, there aint nothing that can come between Cos Im the son of Jean They make me want to drift away But she said that it aint me without ADHD 88 keys I was turning 18 She would stay and say please with a face that say cheese Always try to make peace like a plate of baked beans That was me and my bean That was me and my Jean That was me and my Jean He was a scribble of boy All hair and mischief A two-foot tale of trouble The bees knees A cartwheeling chatterbox of tricks Completely fearless I had to carry a first aid kit My band-aid boy I had my heart in my mouth wherever we went Hed do backflips into the pool when he was tiny And the lifeguards would get all stressed out He was a proper Mowgli He embraced everything Took things apart to see what made them tick Such busy fingers He would empty sugar packets onto the tables at restaurants to draw pictures in He used to draw on anything Fantastical creatures with ferocious fangs And now he draws with words and I find lyrics on my till receipts and bills He was never still and barely slept so neither did I I could never understand how he could watch TV upside down While kicking a ball His eyes shone with wonder Music flowed through him like a current Hed upend a stool to use as a microphone Singing away for his grandparents He turned the world upside down and were richer for it He was and is a compete joy The world is his That scribble of a boy
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