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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Loyle Carner
Loyle Carner
Vocals
Elan Tamara Sey
Elan Tamara Sey
Autoharp
kwes.
kwes.
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kwesi Sey
Kwesi Sey
Composer
Elan Tamara Sey
Elan Tamara Sey
Songwriter
Benjamin Coyle-Larner
Benjamin Coyle-Larner
Songwriter
Duval Timothy
Duval Timothy
Composer
Elan Tamara
Elan Tamara
Writer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
kwes.
kwes.
Producer
Dan Parry
Dan Parry
Mixing Engineer
Nick Mills
Nick Mills
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Alfa Sekitoleko
Alfa Sekitoleko
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Uh, can I get the beat up a little bit?
[Verse 2]
Don't leave, please
I reckon that you're everything I need
Uh, I know I'm getting grumpy in the week
Sleeping in each other's pockets, living up each other's sleeves
It's the greed
I know you hate that money plants the seed
I hate the thought you don't believe in me
Reckon that I couldn't take the lead
Just become another one who milks the sun until it bleeds
Yo, I think about my best days
With you at home, marking essays
Pouring glasses of sparkling presse
We raise a toast then another toast
Making a roast, thinking I can hold you close when the rest strays
Uh, but if it's lost, I wonder who's to know?
Uh, I pay the cost of all this to and fro
And it's like a frostbite, blue with snow
Uh, the day we lost Carluccio
[Verse 3]
And um, it's been a, a struggle sometimes
[Verse 4]
Uh, yeah
Uh, the thought makes me cry and I'm embarrassed
Thinking 'bout the nights out in Paris
Evening, swimming in the deep end, wishing I'm a savage
Says she won't believe in the marriage, but times change
Uh, now it's all a house out in Italy
Ceremony, Sicily, the dream's so bittersweet
Uh, 'cause when I close my eyes, all I seek is she
Shit, I'm hoping she can picture me
Or maybe picture kids with a Frisbee
It's bad tennis, yo, I'm keeping it with me
I think it's risky, I reckon that she missed me
We go together like the Nike Airs and the crisp T's
Uh, but if we don't, I wonder who's to know?
I'm paying the cost of all this to and fro
And it's like a frostbite, blue with snow
Uh, the way we lost Carluccio
[Verse 5]
Say, uh-huh, the way we lost Carluccio
I say, the way we lost Carluccio
Uh, the way we lost Carluccio
On the day that we lost Carluccio
The way we lost Carluccio
Uh, yeah
[Verse 6]
Uh, you'll never be the worst to the first
Or better than the last
'Less we asked to start our own little past
I ain't thinking that fast
Said, I ain't thinking that fast
'Cause when the honeymoon blast and the daylights pass
We raise a glass in the past, sitting back on our ass
And we loved, yeah
Yeah, and we love, there, fuck it
Written by: Benjamin Coyle-Larner, Duval Timothy, Elan Tamara, Elan Tamara Sey, Kwesi Sey
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