Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stars & Shards, artist - Loyle Carner. Date of issue: 19.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Stars & Shards |
| I used to know this nigga Sonny who was ironically dark |
| Never consumed by the money but selling dro in the park |
| Became a main habit of his, bagging the piff |
| Cornucopias quoting the man, he was blagging the piff |
| It wasn’t simple |
| Simpler than the previous maturity, he was lacking it |
| He was never mischievous, devious was closer |
| Only relevant if leaving us |
| He was too afraid so he stayed, forced to believe in trust |
| Honesty was the commodity he never possessed |
| Nevertheless, manipulate a woman beating his chest |
| Reaping the stress, seeking the breast, reeking of cess |
| Hear the pitter-patter, missing the latter, weeping to death |
| Without a shoulder to cry on, no one left to rely on |
| He was followed by some men in black like the belt of Orion |
| In the report, said he was caught dead in the snort |
| And was shredded, he never even embedded a thought |
| Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle |
| Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle |
| Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle |
| Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle |
| So let me start from the beginning, I’ll pad the middle with simple |
| Cutest of the children always displaying a dimple |
| Never talking out of line or defined as he fought the vine |
| But an awkward spine left him severed over single |
| Proud in the corridors, a wrong in yours |
| While the janitor was mopping floors |
| He was dropping whores on all fours, left her begging for a reason |
| Treason left him cold, never froze for an evening |
| But the body heat never seemed to keep his body sweet |
| On another meat, looking for another blonde to beat |
| Now the streets became his mistresses, turning his witness |
| 'Cause when a weak spits, you don’t know who be holding hit list |
| Switch shift, he’s stumbling on the war path |
| Whores bark, meditating up in the raw dark |
| For more dark, he’s knowing that’s when the war starts |
| Cutting more lines than disabled kids up in Thorpe Park |
| Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle |
| Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle |
| Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle |
| Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle |
| So I said the life that you’re living don’t seem to be making sense |
| Shaking pence out the cookie jar, looking hook on the bends |
| Losing friends, rookie, he spends all of his tens |
| On the little bit of leaf that will leave him stuck in the ends |
| He started to shot, losing the plot, itching his scrot |
| Little street corner located, dropping his crop |
| Others would watch, smother the block under the spot |
| 'Til he found himself surrounded by brothers robbing his gwap |
| Didn’t seem to be the average type, caught a badge in sight Coppers turning |
| foxes and it just wasn’t the rabbits' night |
| He wasn’t known for just a couple of minutes |
| Scrolling through his phone trying to bell a couple of digits |
| But nobody would answer |
| Chancer who took his last chance at a glance |
| In the drug deal stance |
| And now he dance with the devil in the park by the treble |
| Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle |
| Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle |
| Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle |
| Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle |
| Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle |