Looking Back

Album: Not Waving, But Drowning (2019)
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  • Must be a fly in here somewhere
    Well not anymore, heh heh

    Face this
    Like water, never taste this
    Evil, white rose to a racist
    They used to hype 'cause my mothers face was white
    And my fathers face blacker than the scene outside a spaceship
    Flooded with rocks and jewels, crystals shine and shimmer
    He never let me use their words, "Due time my jigga"
    Never called me nigga, said it's the master's tongue
    But being black and white, the trouble never asked for none
    But they all passed me some, fuck it, I grabbed it
    Both hands in the darkest sun, scribbled 'til the parker's done
    Grabbed another pen and scribbled where the parker's spun
    Following in footsteps of fathers who were asked to run
    But not the one who wanted out and so they disappear
    All caught up in the fam and feeling like they interfere
    I'm thinking that my great grandfather could've owned my other one
    And yo, that shit is weird

    I'm lost (I'm)
    Wondering my cost (I'm)
    Telling you, it hurts, (uh)
    If you don't know your worth, yeah
    So we run from the maker like sons in Jamaica
    Heart break, breaker like the sun's an equator
    We wasted it
    Uh before we even tasted it

    Cities on fire
    Uh, quite literally
    The reason nobody's talking remains a mystery
    My brother's lost, telling him do it differently
    I wanna take the blame but we don't share the same history
    I'm lost
    Wonder my cost up in this space
    Mixed race, colour on my face, feeling misplaced
    A waste
    Ain't tryna tell you how my shit taste
    Pack a couple days in this thin case, make a move
    Write everyday and night 'til I say the truth
    Lose looking for some proof that I'm still in news
    See, I got it all to lose, nothing to prove
    Promise the day I get paid, I'ma pay my dues
    Uh, find the karma
    Told me I'm from Ghana but really it's Guyana
    Uh, I'm Coyle Larner to Carner, the birth place of my father's father
    I don't know the answer

    I'm lost
    Wondering my cost
    Telling you it hurts
    Uh, if you don't know your worth
    Uh, so we run from the maker like sons in Jamaica
    Heart bait breaker, duh, whatever
    Wasted it, 'fore we even tasted it

    Ay, yeah, can I just get uh You got chicken soup?
    No, only goat soup for today
    Can I get one goat soup
    Um and then some curry chicken with, um, rice and peas
    Only plain rice
    Yeah, can I just get plain rice then, and some, um steamed veg as well please
    You want the plain rice?
    Yeah yeah Writer/s: Benjamin Gerard Coyle-Larner, Thomas Abraham Misch
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind


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