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Loyle-Carner - Tierney Terrace


This song was last played at 7:23pm on Thursday 6th of August 2015 & the first time we seen it played was at 9:39pm on Tuesday 2nd of June 2015. In total we've seen it being played 15 times.






Lyrics



Uh, I keep my ear to the door holding my brother close

He knows I love him most

My heart beating I can feel it from his fucking pulse

Seeing my mother rose, froze, love of something slows

Woes, decompose, muddy clothes and a runny nose

Flows, we're shivering, she mistakes it for giggling

Mother quivering hopping out the seat that she's sitting in

Living in the last few weeks keeping it diligent

It's calm under my arm I be popping the Ritalin

To keep it smooth

Self-medicating to keep me loose

I needed proof, needed see it to believe it's true

I needed you but you're the one that I was grieving to

And now you're leaving

Deep in the evening that we were sleeping through

So what are we to do but move with the setting sun

Uh, you know I love you like a second mum

Love you for better from, now 'til whenever

Want the family together I promise you 'imma get it done



Trust, 'cos all I wanted was a fucking man

To tell the fucking truth, hold my fucking hand

Uh, to guide me through the darkness when the others ran

Instead he was sliding and slipping I didn't understand

I didn't understand-stand, didn't understand

Uh, now every time that motherfucker ran

I didn't understand-stand, didn't understand



Uh, 'cos every afternoon after school

Or at 5:30 if it was after basketball

They'd be waiting up at the gate with an article

They picked up on the way down

And read it to me the second we were leaving the playground

That grey sound never stop until we're forced to stop

Corner shop, buying fruit and veg? Nah, of course we're not

Just a couple steady snacks for the journey heading back

Full of the sugar so our teeth Yes of course they rot

Sit for hours, sun, thunderstorm or showers

In that same living room watching the bloom turn to flowers

The night was ours

Superpowers and all

We were zapping out the window and watching the cowards fall

Had it all

Powerful, making me tower tall

Bountiful from something so small

So I'd rather take the fall and brawl

Before I drowned in what I found so cruel



Sitting and sipping whiskey like my grandad did

Trying to like the life that my grandad lived

'Cos when the black man slipped into the darkness

And the black man dipped

It didn't matter, had that love I left my grandad with

Sip brandy like my grandma do

Trying to like the life that my nan told true

'Cos if I run from you she'd hold my hands

Until my hands turn blue

So I pursue the new, thinking 'bout the man they grew, because



Trust, all I wanted was a fucking man

To tell the fucking truth, hold my fucking hand

Uh, to guide me through the darkness when the others ran

Instead he was sliding and slipping I didn't understand

I didn't understand-stand, didn't understand

Uh, now every time that motherfucker ran

I didn't understand-stand, didn't understand

Uh, now believe me I need a fucking man

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