| Face this
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| Like water, never taste this
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| Evil, white rose to a racist
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| They used to hype 'cause my mothers face was white and my fathers face blacker
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| than the scene outside a spaceship
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| Flooded with rocks and jewels, crystals shine and shimmer
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| He never let me use their words, «due time my jigga»
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| Never called me nigga, said it’s the master’s tongue
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| But being black and white, the trouble never asked for none
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| But they all passed me some, fuck it, I grabbed it
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| Both hands in the darkest sun, scribbled 'til the parker’s done
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| Grabbed another pen and scribbled where the parker’s spun
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| Following in footstops of fathers who were asked to run
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| But not the one who wanted out and so they disappear
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| All caught up in the fam and feeling like they interfere
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| I’m thinking that my great grandfather could’ve owned my other one
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| And yo, that shit is weird
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| I’m lost (I'm)
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| Wondering my cost (I'm)
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| Telling you, it hurts, (I'm)
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| If you don’t know your worth
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| So we run from the maker like sons in Jamaica
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| Heart break, breaker like the sun’s an equator
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| We wasted it, before we even tasted it
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| Cities on fire
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| Quite literally
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| The reason nobody’s talking remains a mystery
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| My brother’s lost, telling him do it differently
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| I wanna take the blame but we don’t share the same history
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| I’m lost
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| Wonder my cost up in this space
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| Mixed race, colour on my face, feeling misplaced
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| A waste
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| Ain’t tryna tell you how my shit taste
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| Pack a couple days in this thin case, make a move
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| Write everyday and night 'til I say the truth
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| Lose looking for some proof that I’m still in news
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| See, I got it all to lose, nothing to prove
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| Promise the day I get paid, I’ma pay my dues
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| Uh, find the karma
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| Told me I’m from Ghana but really it’s Guyana
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| Uh, I’m Coyle Larner to Carner, the birth place of my father’s father
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| I don’t know the answer
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| I’m lost
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| Wondering my cost
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| Telling you it hurts
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| If you don’t know your worth
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| So we run from the maker like sons in Jamaica
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| Heart bait breaker, duh, whatever
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| Wasted it, before we even tasted it
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| Fuck
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| Loyle Carner: Ay, yeah, can I just get uhhh… You got chicken soup?
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| Vendor: Nah, only goat soup for today
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| Loyle Carner: Uh, can I get one goat soup… erm… and then some curried
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| chicken with, uhm, rice and peas
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| Vendor: Only plain rice
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| Loyle Carner: Yeah, can I just get plain rice then, and some, er,
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| steamed veg as well please
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| Vendor: Only plain rice?
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| Loyle Carner: Yeah |