| Held it with the clarity of Autumn rain
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| It’s the morning, the rain stop falling and your girl stopped calling
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| But you’re hoping that she calls again (Uh)
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| Says she hates men and that we’re all the same
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| With somebody else, I’d probably let it fall to flame
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| But with her, it’s like we share the same sort of brain
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| So I dial her up and see if I can let her full explain
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| And she’s the only one I’m holding when the day’s cold
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| And her’s the only place I’m headed when the day’s old
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| Like when the day’s young, we traveled every place
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| Told, create a move, on to new, run and leave your place sold (Uh) 'Cause'
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| she’s the one I thought I’d never meet
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| Two left feet on the leather street (Uh)
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| Joy started pinging off a better beat
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| Right now, it’s better than it’s ever been
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| True
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| Uh, my french vanilla butter pecan
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| Bouncing back and forth every weekend (Uh)
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| Smooth like the change of the season
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| Break up, we ain’t need a reason to
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| Uh, my french vanilla butter pecan
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| Bouncing back and forth every weekend (Uh)
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| Smooth like the change of the season
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| Break up never be a reason
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| Uh, you say you’ll get your coat, I say I’ll get it for ya
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| Checking all your pockets probably the paranoia (Uhh)
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| Getting close, obvious that I adore ya
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| One false move and we’re history, call me Mr Moyer
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| Maybe you’re genuine, maybe I should let you in
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| Maybe I should focus on myself and get to shed this skin
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| Or maybe not
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| You’re half-hearted like the melanin
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| And living off this shit that this success can bring
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| They don’t know the stress it brings, (uh)
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| Even though the mess I’m in
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| Two mortgages, you even know the debt I’m in
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| Somethin', somethin', I can’t get away with anything
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| Like my phone blings and I let it ring, right now
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| I wrote the first verse I’ve written in weeks
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| Manager belling my phone but I don’t wanna' speak, it’s peak (Uh)
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| Reject call, message at the beep
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| Select all and then press delete
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| Peace
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| Uh, my french vanilla butter pecan
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| Bouncing back and forth every weekend (Uh)
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| Smooth like the change of the season
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| Break up, we ain’t need a reason to
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| Uh, my french vanilla butter pecan
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| Bouncing back and forth every weekend (Uh)
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| Smooth like the change of the season
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| Break up never be a reason
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| My French vanilla butter pecan
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| Bouncing back and forth every weekend
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| My French vanilla butter pecan
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| Bouncing back and forth every weekend
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| Son of the taxi driver: A video on youtube or something
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| Taxi driver: Okay
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| Son: Yeah, Oh my god, can you take a picture, yeah?
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| Taxi driver: Alright, I will
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| Son: Alright then, bye guys
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| Taxi driver: Later, bye
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| Son: Thanks, and your music’s amazing!
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| Loyle Carner: Thank you very much
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| He sounds like a sweet boy man, yeah good boy
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| He’s lucky to have a good dad like you as well
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| Not many people have that, you know
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| (Ottolenghi plays)
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| Loyle Carner: So what you think then?
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| Taxi driver: Uh?
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| Loyle Carner: What you think then?
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| Taxi driver: Yeah it’s cool, man seriously
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| Loyle Carner: Thank you, bruv |