Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Carluccio, artist - Loyle Carner. Date of issue: 18.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Carluccio |
| 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 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 Pressés |
| We raise a toast then another toast |
| Making a roast thinking I can hold you close when the best strays |
| But if it’s lost I wonder who’s to know |
| I pay the cost of all this to and fro |
| It’s like a frostbite blue with snow |
| The day we lost Carluccio |
| And erm, it’s been a struggle sometimes |
| 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 |
| Saying she ain’t believing in marriage but times change |
| Now it’s all a house out in Italy |
| Ceremony Sicily |
| The dreams so bitter sweet |
| Uh, cus when I close my eyes all I see is she |
| Shit, I’m hoping she can picture me |
| Or maybe picture kids with a Frisbee |
| It’s bed tennis yo I’m keeping 'em with me |
| I think it’s risky |
| I reckon that she missed me |
| We go together like the Nike Airs and crisp tees |
| But if we don’t I wonder who’s to know |
| Paying the cost of all this to and fro |
| It’s like a frostbite blue with snow |
| The way we lost Carluccio |
| Check |
| Uh, uh the way we lost Carluccio |
| I said |
| The way we lost Carluccio |
| Uh |
| The way we lost Carluccio |
| On the day that we lost Carluccio |
| The way we lost Carluccio |
| You’ll never be the worst to the first |
| Or better than the last |
| The less we asked to start our own little past |
| I ain’t thinking that fast |
| I ain’t thinking that fast |
| Cus when the honey moon blast and the day lights passed |
| We raise a glass to the past sitting back on our arse |
| And we laugh yeah |
| And we love |