Loyle Carner – Georgetown Lyrics

Georgetown Lyrics By Loyle Carner (feat. John Agard)

Explain yuself
Wha yu mean
When yu say half-caste
Ah listening to yu wid de keen
Half of mih ear
An when I sleep at night
I close half-a-eye
I dream half-a-dream
An when moon begin to glow
I half-caste human being
Cast half-a-shadow

Small man cast a big shadow
Ready and raggo
Heart stays dodging from the arrow
Skin of my teeth
Late nights I was parro
Sweet to the bone, to the marrow
The marsh mallow
Yeah, wonder why the waters so shallow
The sun was my ally
The night was my gallows
Cooking up the chips in the tallow
Invisibility cloak like the hallows
Black like tobacco
Black like the lungs that my dad smoked
Away, In the days
That the hate stayed narrow
I’m from the age where the hate seems macro
Keep a little oil in the afro
The Black Sparrow
Hit the high seas
Straight like Sopranos
The streets still hot like Serrano
Saran wrap
Around the bad taps
So we had to grab the hose
Let the cold water flow over man’s nose

Yeah, I’m black like the key on the piano
White like the keys on the piano
Low ammo
Black like the key on the piano
White like the key on the piano

Fascinated by the pyramids
Masquerading as the infamous
Reminisce thirteen, back flipping and ninja kicks
Was emceeing but no one getting me into this
Been emceeing since I found out this **** exists
This **** that fills the pain as the wisdom spits
Out of the ink and drips
The feels of the wings unclipped
The beats I ripped
Til I got sent a batch of my own
Now I let the speakers b*ng out your home
Let the words flow out my dome
As a spoken poem
Let it levitate your zone
I’m the homegrown preacher
The creeper
Thai not sativa
But these days I wouldn’t smoke either
I take a breather
Pink lungs yo
I got my mind looking cleaner
The deep sleeper
Ayo I came back sweeter
But can’t lie I’m still afraid of grim reaper
Put another verse into the ether
I hit the corner giving twenty pounds to Peter

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It’s like that… key on the piano
Black like the key on the piano
No ammo
I’m white like the key on the piano
Black like the key on the piano
No ammo

When Tchaikovsky
Sit down at dah piano
An mix a black key
Wid a white key
Is a half-caste symphony