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Looking Back
7,963
Hip-Hop/Rap
Looking Back fue lanzado el 19 de abril de 2019 por AMF como parte del álbum Not Waving, But Drowning
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Fecha de lanzamiento19 de abril de 2019
Sello discográficoAMF
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM96

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Loyle Carner
Loyle Carner
Voces
Tom Misch
Tom Misch
Programación
Diana Russell
Diana Russell
Recitador(a)
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Tom Misch
Tom Misch
Composición
Benjamin Coyle-Larner
Benjamin Coyle-Larner
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Tom Misch
Tom Misch
Producción
Tim Montague
Tim Montague
Ingeniería de grabación
Dan Parry
Dan Parry
Ingeniería de mezcla
Nick Mills
Nick Mills
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Masterización

Letra

[Verse 1]
Face this
Like water, never taste this
Evil, white rose to a racist
They used to hype
'Cause my mother's face was white
And my fathers face blacker than
The scene outside the space ship
Flooded with rocks and jewels
Crystal 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
There trouble never asked for none
But they all passed me some
Fuck it, I grabbed it
Both hands int he darkest sun
Scribbled till the parker's done
Grabbed another pen
And scribbled where the parker's spun
Followin' in footsteps of fathers that were asked to run
But not the one who wanted out so they disappear
All caught up in the fam and feelin' like they interfere
I'm thinkin' that my great grandfather
Could've owned my other one
And yo, that shit is weird
[Verse 2]
I'm lost (I am)
Wonderin' my cost (I am)
Tell it you were hurt (I am)
If you don't know your worth (That's it)
So we run form the maker, like sons in Jamaica
Heartbreak, breaker like the sun's an equator
We wasted it (Uh), before we even tasted it
[Verse 3]
Cities on fire
Uh, quite literally
The reason nobody's talkin' remains a mystery
My brother's lost, tellin' 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 place
Mixed race, colour of my face.
Feelin' misplaced
A waste
Ain't tryna tell you how my shit taste
Pack a couple days in this thin case, make a move
And write every day and night till I say the truth
Lose lookin' for some proof that I'm still in the news
You see, I got it all to lose, nothin' 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 its Guyana
Uh, I'm Coyle Larner to Carner
The birth place of my father's father
I don't know the answer
[Verse 4]
I'm lost
Wonderin' my cost
Telling you it hurts
Uh, if you don't know your worth
Uh, and so we run from the maker, like sons in Jamaica
Heart bait, breaker in the dirt, whatever
Wasted it, before we even tasted it
Fuck
Written by: Loyle Carner, Tom Misch
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