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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Loyle Carner
Vocals
kwes.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Loyle Carner
Composer
Kwesi Sey
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
kwes.
Producer
Dick Beetham
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Uh
[Verse 2]
Uh
She could be my little freckled-face fidgeter, me but miniature
Sleepin’ on the sofa 'til she tackles and I tickle her, the whisperer
Uh, I could be your listener, tellin’ me your stories
While I'm showin’ her a signature, the scribbler
Sayin’ that she's finished but I tell her eat her spinach
And she'll see the sky's the limit, trust
'Cause when we're with it I can feel there ain't no limit
Just be free, me and my sister, I can see the skies are limitless
Uh, I feel her brush her hand across my cheek 'til I speak
I yawn and say "Good morning", keep her sweet, squeeze her deep
'Til she giggles, starts to wriggle in the sheet
Then she disappears and sweeps me off my feet, I need to eat
[Verse 3]
Uh, I'm reminded of the handshakes
Remember that I promised her some pancakes
So I stagger to the stove and start to stand braze
See, I'ma make 'em like my Nan makes
[Verse 4]
I see you perching on the corner of the weeping window pane
You're growing up fast just like the flora
The world is yours, come shine or rain
[Verse 5]
Uh, uh, I could be her freckled-face figure, her but bigger
Shelter her from school when all the snitches start to snigger
I'll be stickin’ with her, hold her close and deeper within her
She would better me reading the recipe, we’re cookin' dinner
My little sinner wander walkin' in the park
Put her to bed then end up talkin’ 'til it's dark
She spins a web and I get caught up in the laugh
I should go but though I know I shouldn't ask
See, my sisters like, "Nah, there's one more task"
I ain't bored of one, uh layin’ with her 'til the mornin’ come
More begun, I'ma warm her like the morning sun
"Good morning, Ben", again, we talk until the morning's done
[Verse 6]
Uh, and I'm reminded of the handshakes
Remember that I promised her some pancakes
So I stagger to the stove, start to stand braze
See, I'ma make 'em like my Nan makes
[Verse 7]
I see you perching on the corner of the weeping window pane
You're growing up fast just like the flora
The world is yours, come shine or rain
Whilst you're here beside me
Just know I'm only one pancake away
You'll know where to find me
Any time, any place
Written by: Kwesi Sey, Loyle Carner