Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sun Of Jean, artist - Loyle Carner. Date of issue: 19.01.2017
Song language: English
Sun Of Jean |
| Ay, we just supported Nas |
| Whose world is this? |
| Bruv, of course it’s ours |
| Saying I ain’t been the same since I caught the scars |
| They don’t fade, I ain’t ashamed, watch us fall from Mars |
| 'Cause it’s the fallen parts and all the dust settles |
| And we all call on ours fast as we pluck petals |
| Uh, we let the love pour into our brain |
| Another day doing more to maintain |
| Saying finally those tears in my mother’s eyes |
| Tears from the other side |
| Tears of joy, her little boy’s got his mother’s pride |
| You don’t know nothing 'bout the rain 'til you come inside |
| And watch it trickle past the pane as the summer rise |
| 'Cause ain’t no love inside my heart |
| Uh, except for my mother and my diehards |
| I stay firm, little brother keeps my mind sharp |
| If I lost yours, come and find ours |
| I’ve got pleasures |
| Becoming pressures |
| They make me want to drift away |
| They make me want to drift away |
| I wasn’t running from the beast, I was running from myself |
| Running out of street, she was worried 'bout my health |
| Wasn’t worried it was beef, wasn’t worried it was girls |
| She was worried it was me and my mother couldn’t tell |
| Something bigger than the world |
| Ay, for me and Ryan |
| Ay, now he could see that I’ve been crying |
| Tell a little lie and say there’s something in my eye |
| And from the second he could see that I’ve been lying |
| He would think I wasn’t trying |
| Telling him, look, honestly, I’m dying |
| To be the bigger man, the one that you’re relying |
| On, I keep it strong, so I tell another lie |
| 'Cause it’s the only way to keep me from denying |
| So I tell him, brother, listen, listen, when the sun don’t glisten |
| All the days turn grey and the love goes missing |
| Hate won’t fade and the front row hissing |
| You’re the only one who keeps my heart wishing |
| I’ve got pleasures |
| Becoming pressures |
| They make me want to drift away |
| They make me want to drift away |
| I’ve got pleasures |
| Becoming pressures |
| They make me want to drift away |
| They make me want to drift away |
| Call me the son of Jean, my little submarine |
| Me and my mother, there ain’t nothing that can come between |
| Call me the son of Jean, my little submarine |
| Me and my mother, there ain’t nothing that can come between |
| 'Cause I’m the son of Jean |
| Uh, but she said that it ain’t me without ADHD |
| 88 keys, I was turning eighteen |
| She would stay and say please with a face that say cheese |
| Always tryna make peace like a plate of baked beans |
| That was me and my bean |
| That was me and my Jean |
| That was me and my Jean |
| He was a scribble of a boy, all hair and mischief |
| A two-foot tale of trouble, the bee’s knees |
| A cartwheeling chatterbox of tricks, completely fearless |
| I had to carry a first aid kit, my band-aid boy |
| I had my heart in my mouth wherever we went |
| He’d do backflips into the pool when he was tiny |
| And the lifeguards would get all stressed out |
| He was a proper Mowgli, he embraced everything |
| Took things apart to see what made them tick |
| Such busy fingers |
| He would empty sugar packets onto the tables |
| In restaurants to draw pictures in |
| He used to draw on anything |
| Fantastical creatures with ferocious fangs |
| And now he draws with words |
| And I find lyrics on my till receipts and bills |
| He was never still and barely slept, so neither did I |
| I could never understand how he could watch TV |
| Upside down while kicking a ball |
| His eyes shone with wonder |
| Music flowed through him like a current |
| He’d upend a stool to use as a microphone |
| Singing away for his grandparents |
| He turned the world upside down and we’re richer for it |
| He was and is a complete joy |
| The world is his, that scribble of a boy |