Loyle Carner, Wesley Joseph & Athian Akec의 예정 콘서트
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Loyle Carner의 상위 곡
유사한 곡
크레딧
실연 아티스트
Loyle Carner
보컬
Athian Akec
스포큰 워드
kwes.
프로그래밍
Jordan Rakei
보컬
Alfa Mist
피아노
Nick Mills
프로그래밍
Rocco Palladino
베이스
Richard Spaven
드럼
Wesley Joseph
보컬
작곡 및 작사
Jordan Rakei
송라이터
Alfa Mist
송라이터
Nick Mills
송라이터
Rocco Palladino
송라이터
Richard Spaven
송라이터
Kane Robinson
송라이터
Blue May
송라이터
Jodi Milliner
송라이터
Sam Beste
송라이터
Alexander Burnett
송라이터
Benjamin Coyle-Larner
송라이터
Kwesi Sey
송라이터
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
kwes.
프로듀서
Jordan Rakei
프로듀서
Alfa Mist
프로듀서
Nick Mills
레코딩 엔지니어
Luke Farnell
어시스턴트 레코딩 엔지니어
Dan Parry
믹싱 엔지니어
Ephie De Angelis
어시스턴트 믹싱 엔지니어
Matt Colton
마스터링 엔지니어
가사
Yo, I was just a kid, I was barely 16
Couldn't tell a man what this shit means
To shoot a man on a fucking split-screen
Take a life that was kinda pristine
Uh, I wasn't listening to Christine and the Queens
I was listening to Fifteen
Young men like me kick a 16
Full of pain in a city, let the shit stream
Deep in the consciousness, down south
Where the monsters live, abandoned houses and consequence
Yeah, heart breaks, it was common sense
Don't sit on that shit, man, we jumped the fence
Uh, 'cause certain areas are tense
Yeah, that's why I'm never at events
Uh, 'cause I was tryna make pence
Doesn't make bread, doesn't make sense
Mama, I lost a friend (ayo, it doesn't make sense)
Mama, I lost again (I lost a friend)
Yo, it's the L, won't you pull it?
The destination of the bullet, the man living life to the fullest
Can't lie, yo, at times, was the purest
But now you're in another city like a tourist
The prayers can't cure this, deep rain, hop in the ride
I closed the door, told the cabbie to drive, uh
Late at night, see the mother that cried
The bullet whizzed past my face, saw her son as he died
My eyes wide, yeah
Ah, shaking up my belly from inside
Ah, I shoulda stayed, shoulda lied
Yeah, I shoulda prayed, shoulda tried
Trust, but like his mother, I cried
When they took the boy's life 'cause he's from the wrong side
Shit, I know I should have thought twice
Ah, washing off the blood from my Nikes
Mama, I lost a friend (I lost a friend)
Mama, I lost again (I lost again)
Ah, and so I grew up, scared of the night bus
Scared of the boys that look like us, ah
No wonder why they want to fight us
They think the same, give a second and we might buss
Squeeze, bust caps, spray, say it's a wrap
I wish I'd given him a hug and a dap
Wish he could have felt my son on his lap
And seen life's for the living, to be done with the trap
But it's a fact, live for today, fuck tomorrow
No tomorrow if your life's feeling borrowed
He needs the money right now, fuck the sorrow
Spend it right now, right now feeling hollow
Then save it for a rainy day, if every day's grey
And tomorrow might never come his way
Ah, just another man went astray
The hate, tell him get from out my way
The impact of knife crime on individuals is undeniable
And while politicians wish to police themselves out of the knife crime epidemic
It is simply not possible
We must focus on the root causes of knife crime
Poverty, inequality, austerity, and a lack of opportunity
We must petition the government to put reason over rhetoric
Compassion over indifference, equality over austerity
As knife crime claims more lives within our country
Never has so much been lost by so many
Because of the indecision of so few
Writer(s): Kane Brett Robinson, Alexander Timothy X. Burnett, Kwesi Sey, Samuel Blue May, Jordan Rakei, Benjamin Gerard Coyle-larner, Sam Vernon Beste, Rocco Palladino, Jodi Milliner, Alfa Mist, Nicholas Adam Mills, Richard Spaven
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