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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Loyle Carner
Loyle Carner
Vocals
Tom Misch
Tom Misch
Vocals
Yussef Dayes
Yussef Dayes
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom Misch
Tom Misch
Composer
Yussef Dayes
Yussef Dayes
Composer
Paulo Sergio Valle
Paulo Sergio Valle
Composer
Benjamin Coyle-Larner
Benjamin Coyle-Larner
Songwriter
Marcos Valle
Marcos Valle
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom Misch
Tom Misch
Producer
Adam Jaffrey
Adam Jaffrey
Recording Engineer
Dan Parry
Dan Parry
Mixing Engineer
Nick Mills
Nick Mills
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You're my, you're my Angel, you're my angel You're my angel You're my, you're my angel You're my angel Uh, uh, yeah, uh Back with another one Trust, went missing in the summer sun And Ben NM can't figure if the summer's done Pour another glass, knock it back, sip another rum And one two checking as the colour's spun Cassette, fling it on the decks, fuck a number one I'm tryna keep all the respect before my number comes But never coming for your neck if I'm under thumb 'Cause I can run, run away, when it's all finished Diminished, just business, we pour Guinness Trust, I got nothing if it's all in this But if I keep all the trouble that I brought with this It's finished, yo, this is how the game goes Dodging plain clothes villains chasing rainbows Suppose, if it was anything but main rows Talking ten toes, another case closed Uh, trust 'Cause listen, this is where you'll find me Sipping on a chai tea, talking all politely And rightly so, they're telling me they might be Looking for the trouble, nah, never be but mine G I keep it low key like a baritone Trust, far from sopranos who haven't grown 'Cause everybody talks tough in the battlezone Three kids hit by a train with a bag of chrome So if I stand alone, reminisce I used to run A couple guys talked tough, never shoot a gun I know they used to burn flame when they used the sun I never really did label me unusual One, it's dumb, 'cause I was tryna' change position Pop's missing, tryna' stop this opposition The blocks hissing, big blocks that dogs piss in Yo, I wanted them gone, I stopped living Trust, uh, I stopped living, long I wanted them gone, I stopped living Trust, I stopped living, trust I wanted them gone And that's why you're my angel (You're my angel) You're my angel (You're my angel) You're my, you're my angel (You're my angel, you're my angel) You're my angel (You're my angel) Uh, uh 'Cause down there, I can see 'em You think your enemies are nothing till you bleed 'em Yo, 'cause all I really wanted was my freedom Disappear and then I'm realizing that I need 'em Trust, so I could sit up in the park with the setting sun And let my missus tell me baby, you're the better one Uh, feeling, feeling better than I ever done Still I know I need this fuckin' drama when it's said and done Uh, 'cause where I'm from Hidden in the big deep south Opening my big deep mouth Yo, a lot of people tryna' keep these out But these days, I hate to say I dig deep now Trust, 'cause honestly I need 'em Yo, I hate 'em but I grieve 'em Think I've finally found a reason Trust, to light the light the fire needs the air I won't burn unless you're there Check it like, uh Like the fire needs the air I won't burn unless you're there Check it like, uh Like the fire needs the air I won't burn unless you're there It's been a while since summer Finally found some time to be alone I'll try and lower my tone Never last long for me Sitting on the train from Willesden Green Places I've never been And as the seasons come and grow So do all the things I used to know The way my heart will flow And though we might not meet again I want you to listen till the end Over and over again And that's why you're my angel (You're my angel) You're my angel (You're my angel) You're my, you're my angel (You're my angel, you're my angel) You're my angel (You're my angel) That's why you're my angel Yeah, yeah, probably still I'll try and lower my tone, try and lower my tone Never last long for me Whoa, sing it, Tom Sitting on the train from Willesden Green Where the ladies at? Where they at? Where are they at?
Writer(s): Paulo Sergio Kostenbader Valle, Marcos Kostenbader Valle, Benjamin Gerard Coyle-larner, Thomas Abraham Misch, Yussef Kwame Dayes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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