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A Lasting Place (Explicit) - Loyle Carner

Lyrics by：kwes./Puma Blue/Loyle Carner/Harvey Grant/Gabriel Stebbing

Composed by：kwes./Puma Blue/Loyle Carner/Harvey Grant/Gabriel Stebbing

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Trouble in the one-six

Trouble in the one-six-nine

Yeah saying they don't want this

Uh saying they don't want this life

Trouble in the one-six

Yeah trouble in the one-six-nine

Yeah saying they don't want this

Come across this check life

Ah she see my father in me

That's why she argue with me

That's why they can't forgive me

Ah rock and a hard place wearing a hard face

Close the door leave my house like I'm Scarface

Yeah sweet success that I can't taste

Heard the bang still finishing the last race

Lapping me a year ago yo they was clapping me

Nobody told me that I'd lose it so rapidly

I thought this was the kind of thing that goes gradually

My hairline the good guys I was glad to be

Grim Reaper's catching me

Yeah it's like I work for him

I'm being punished for the times that I would sin

When I tried to do right still I did the wrong thing

Yo I thought I was a king

Yeah trouble in the one-six

Yeah trouble in the one-six-nine

Trouble in the one-six-nine

Trouble in the one-six-nine

Saying I don't want this

Saying I don't want this life

Saying they don't want this

Saying they don't want this

What kind of man weeps at the feet of his wife in pain

Holds up the pink and shrieking thing and feels the throb of time

What kind of man wraps a cloth around his waist and holds the baby to his chest

Walks through the streets swaying like a drunk in the morning

What kind of man feels the rage of men and only swallows at his daughter's fists

What kind of man bends to hold them in their suffering

In their questions in their garbled turns of phrase

What kind of man admits his failures turns over his heavy stones

Stands at the feet of grief and wanting and does not turn away

What kind of man becomes a father

A lasting place

So how am I supposed to sum it up

Listen this is what the summer does

And I ain't losing any one of us a mother's love

Yeah mother's love

I know it isn't what it is I wish this what it was

The love is great yeah

To raise the man that you hate

Growing in the man that you make

Ah knowing that if you plan your escape

Then the next man is handed his fate

They say that time waits for no man uh

At least it didn't for my old man

So **** it me and the devil used to hold hands

A slow dance through the city through that cold sand

I'm here all ******* week and ain't got no plans

Was staring back at the reflections of a grown man

Staring back at the reflections of a grown man

D**n but I don't want to be an old man