- Loyle Carner Yesterday 歌詞
- Loyle Carner
- [Intro]
Ayy
One, one, one
Peace, peace, peace
Ayy, yeah, we come in peace, peace, peace, ayy
From the West to the East
North to the South
In the belly of the beast
Ayy
One, one, one, one, two, two, ayy
Feels like
(It was only yesterday), ayy
[Verse 1]
That we sit and watch the sky turning ever grey
Black and white watching money leading Ben astray
Falling in and out of light as the heavens spray, ayy
We mix the whiskey with the lemonade, ayy
Tryna counteract the methylphenidate
Used to laugh when I said it made my belly ache
My belly ached everyday, yo, it never changed
I wasnt ready for the grave (For the grave)
But I was ready to be paid (To be paid)
Trust, I know were never getting saved
Twenty-four, mixed race
Living twelve years a slave , ayy
(It was only yesterday)
My grandfather getting knuckled by the pepper spray
More fire, Brixton riot like a renegade
Seeing him setting fire to rain as the letters fade
No doubt I was raised out the South
Tell your ex-boyfriend to keep my name out his mouth
I been in and out, to drag your pain out the house
Being brave, something proud, say my name , Im about
[Interlude]
There comes a time
In everyones life
When you have to fall in love
Once or twice
[Verse 2]
It never really feels like (It was only yesterday), ayy
Back when I thought Id never touch the motherland, ayy
Because my skins a different colour to them other man
But still theyre calling me the coloured man
So you can find me in a straight peanut butter jam
Sticky, make her fingers snap like a rubber band
We expand like a grand in another hand
Melts like butter in the pan as the others ran
Damn, but me, I stuck around
No doubt pull the figure out, flower in the ground
Down South know what Im about, just another clown
Red snout, running at the mouth in another town
Drown, drown (It was only yesterday)
Ayy, when everyone was in the same place, ayy
And we were stuck up in that same race
Same face listening to beats with the same taste
Waste, but now my beats come from LA
Californ, king of the streets, kick it like Pele
You see that dip in the ground, its bad soil
Its LC and Madlib, its Mad Loyle
[Outro]
There comes a time
In everyones life (Its Mad Loyle)
When you have to fall in love
Once or twice
Cool
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