Lyrics What Am I to Do? - Ezra Collective, Loyle Carner

What Am I to Do?

One, one, one
Two, two, two, two
Two, two
You can find me where the city meets the skyline
Knocking back the whiskey like it’s white wine
Says she’s finished work and so I bide time
Until I take her guard off and put it down beside mine
It’s fine, we watch the world go by
Saw the whole world through my girl’s own eyes
And they were pale like the photo size
'Cause everybody talks the truth, no she knows those guys, but who?
really, nothing of concern, see the city’s on fire
Watch the bridges as they burn
I disappear now I’m wishing she’d return
At the same time, wishing I could learn
All this paper that I earned
The first bird gets the worm
The second mouse gets the cheese, trust
And I been sat down doing this with ease
Too much, PS, someone take it for me please, please
Can’t get up
Spine won’t let up
Lump in my neck
Ain’t got time for a check up
I’m fed up
But what am I to do?
I’m worried 'bout you
My mind won’t let up
Lump in my neck
Ain’t got time for a check up
I’m fed up
But what am I to do
If I’m worried 'bout you?
I didn’t write a second verse
So I’ll kick a free
I’m all about being me
LC ripping mics in the place to be
Ezra Collective, we do this frequently
It’s me on the flipping mic
Yeah, I said it right
I say it twice if I do this like every night
Shouts to Jorja
Met on the stage, grab a water
Now I talk to missus 'bout her daughter
Yeah, I oughta switch up the flow a bit
Let me see if I can come a bit more legit
In a boat, no joke
I don’t smoke
Give a toke, I don’t do that
Coming with some new raps, so who’s that?
LC on the bigger mic
I might have said that twice
But anyways, let me get away and come back
Kickin' real raps
Yeah, have that
Let up
Won’t let up
Lump in my neck
Ain’t got time for a check up
I’m fed up, ah
But what am I to do?
I’m worried 'bout you
My mind won’t let up
Lump in my neck
Ain’t got time for a check up
I’m fed up
But what am I to do
If I’m worried 'bout you?
Yo, I wrote another 15 or 16
I never worry, keep my **** clean
I seen drugs ruin lives of the pristine
From the brown, all the way down to the stiff green
The streets are mean but my mother ain’t
And every late night, yeah, my mum would wait
And when I staggered home, drunk in a dumberstate
Say it straight, she’d fix me a plate, stuff it in my face
I’d never run around the bits with the bangers really
But still the bangers in the bits either fan or fear me
'Cause if I talk about my feelings and them man are near me
Chuck in some raps then a dapps, they can see it clearly
'Cause it’s inside of them
I grab the paper and I ride the pen
Livin' this life, I ain’t tryna end
So I can kick it for a foe, never mind a friend
Waiting for feelings like can rhyme again
Ah, can’t get up
Mind won’t let up
Lump in my neck
Ain’t got time for a check up
I’m fed up
But what am I to do?
I’m worried 'bout you
My mind won’t let up
Lump in my neck
Ain’t got time for a check up
I’m fed up
But what am I to do?
I’m worried 'bout you
I can’t get up
Won’t let up
In my neck
Ain’t got time for a check up
And yeah, I’m fed up, yo
But what am I to do
If I been worried 'bout you?
I been saying that my mind won’t let up
Spine won’t get up
Lump in my neck
Ain’t got time for a check up
I’m fed up
But what am I to do
If I been worried 'bout you?
You, you, you
If I been worried 'bout you
I sing it now
One, one, one
Two, two, two