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Loyle Carner - Hate
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Loyle Carner
Loyle Carner
Vocals
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kwes.
Programming
Earl Saga
Earl Saga
Bass
Nick Mills
Nick Mills
Programming
Richard Spaven
Richard Spaven
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nick Mills
Nick Mills
Songwriter
Richard Spaven
Richard Spaven
Songwriter
Matt Mcluckie
Matt Mcluckie
Songwriter
Benjamin Coyle-Larner
Benjamin Coyle-Larner
Songwriter
Kwesi Sey
Kwesi Sey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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kwes.
Producer
Earl Saga
Earl Saga
Producer
Nick Mills
Nick Mills
Recording Engineer
Luke Farnell
Luke Farnell
Assistant Recording Engineer
Dan Parry
Dan Parry
Mixing Engineer
Ephie De Angelis
Ephie De Angelis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Matt Colton
Matt Colton
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, listen, aye Let me tell you what I hate, everything I ain't Everything I've done, everything I break 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, ah But still, I tell you what I hate, though The same fellas getting bodied by the plain clothes The same niggas that would follow under rainbows The very same boys that would follow on the way home Yeah, either your jacket or your raincoat Tryna take suttin' that ain't dope, it's painful At times, I wish I had a guardian angel To help me with the brothers, that's shameful But still I love the rainfall (yeah, the rainfall, rainfall) I love the fact that they're so fucking grateful (yes) 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 suttin', 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 eight, 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) Yeah, they said 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? 'Cause we've been living like a trap Putting numbers on the wall, hoping people would react But it's a fact, we've been living in a trap, we're trapped I hate, I love, hate the ones who think that they're above My grandfather told me, "Never trust in them" But I do, yo, 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 of this shit feeling Uh, ayo, 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 colour of my skin I fear the colour of my kin I still feel the colour that's within Yo, they said 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? Yeah, 'cause we've been living like a trap Putting numbers on the wall, hoping people would react But it's a fact, we've been living in a trap, we're trapped Yo, they said 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? Yeah, 'cause we've been living like a trap Putting numbers on the wall, hoping people would react But it's a fact, we've been living in a trap, we're trapped The man that flew all away from the sun
Writer(s): Benjamin Gerard Coyle-larner, Nicholas Anthony Mills, Kwesi Sey, Matthew Robert Mcluckie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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