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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Loyle Carner
Chant
kwes.
Synthétiseur
Earl Saga
Basse
Nick Mills
Programmation
Richard Spaven
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Nick Mills
Paroles/Composition
Richard Spaven
Paroles/Composition
Matt Mcluckie
Paroles/Composition
Benjamin Coyle-Larner
Paroles/Composition
Kwesi Sey
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
kwes.
Production
Luke Farnell
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Earl Saga
Production
Nick Mills
Production
Dan Parry
Ingénierie de mixage
Ephie De Angelis
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Matt Colton
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
[Verse 1]
Yeah, listen, aye
Let me tell you what I hate
Everything I ain't
Everything I've done
Everything I break
[Verse 2]
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 fucked
Because the sun was you, aye
But still, I tell you what I hate though
The same fellas getting bodied by the plainclothes
The same **** that would follow under rainbows
Very same boys that would follow on the way home
Yeah, either your jacket or your raincoat
Tryna take somethin' that ain't dope, it's painful
At times, wish I had a guardian angel
To help me with the brothers, that's shameful
But still, I love the rainfall
I love the fact that they're so fucking grateful
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 somethin', 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 eighth, 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, time)
[Verse 3]
Yeah, they said that 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? (Where you at?)
'Cause we've been living like a trap
Putting numbers on the wall, hoping people'll react
But it's a fact, we've been living in a trap
We're trapped
[Verse 4]
I hate, I love
Hate the ones who think that they're above
My grandfather told me, "Never trust in them"
But I do, you're 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, feeling
Uh, aye, yo 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 color of my skin
I fear the color of my kin
I still feel the color that's within
[Verse 5]
Yo, they said that it was all that you could be if you were black
Playing ball or maybe rap
And they would say it like a fact, trust
So all my people in the back
All the nurses in the front, all my teachers, where you at? (Where you at?)
Yeah, 'cause we've been living like a trap
Putting numbers on the wall, hoping people'll react
But it's a fact, we've been living in a trap
We're trapped
[Verse 6]
Yo, they said that 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? (Where you at?)
Yeah, 'cause we've been living like a trap
Putting numbers on the wall, hoping people'll react (React)
But it's a fact, we've been living in a trap (We're trapped)
We're trapped (We're trapped)
[Verse 7]
(We're trapped) The man that flew
(We're trapped) All the way from the sun
Written by: Loyle Carner, Matt Mcluckie, Nick Mills, Richard Spaven, kwes.

