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letra de nobody knows - live from the royal albert hall - loyle carner

[loyle carner]
yeah man, f-ck the tories man

[chorus]
i told the black man he didn’t understand
i reached the white man, he wouldn’t take my hand
i sat alone in the shadows of a man
with my eyes closed, told myself i should’ve ran
i’m the boss and i’m supposed to’ve had a plan
but can’t think till i figure who i am
are you lost, huh? or are you just another man
sittin’ in my sunshine tryna catch a tan?

[verse 1]
listen, outside i can feel the sun’s rain
i love it, inside i was bumping john wayne
made peace, you can never say the wrong name
adhd say my last one long game
and don’t f-ck it up, say reveal nothing
guys i used to run with are steady still puffin’
but what did they expect, yo, what did they expect?
ayo, i never used to think of the effect
when my dad passed straight biological neglect
the other one, sunset, sittin’ on the steps
i was left, mom came heavy in her breath
tears on my face transferring to her chest
i was left and she would say he ain’t comin’
ah, but i can tell him that you love him
and i would shout, “nah, love means nothing”
say, “i want a hug, i wanna talk, i want something”
[chorus: loyle carner]
see, i reached the black man, he didn’t understand
told the white man, he wouldn’t take my hand
i sat alone in the shadows of a man
with my eyes closed, told myself i should’ve ran
i’m the boss and i’m supposed to’ve had a plan
but can’t think till i figure who i am
are you lost, or are you just another man
sittin’ in my sunshine?

[verse 2]
my eyes wide, tears cried
the news lied, but he died
so who the f-ck am i?
ayo, i’m asking, who am i?
because my kid will maybe have them blue eyes
and he won’t understand the pain that’s in mine
and late at night i wonder maybe that’s why
because i never wanna hear the same cry
from a kid who doesn’t fit in
to the world that he live in, a half-caste, just kiddin’
wear a mask, just kiddin’, move -rs-, just whip it
yeah, no sittin’, there’s no livin’
ayo, you can’t hate the roots of the tree
and not hate the tree
so how can i hate my father
(without hating me?)
[chorus: loyle carner]
i told the black man he didn’t understand
i reached the white man, he wouldn’t take my hand
sat alone in the shadows of a man
with my eyes closed, told myself i should’ve ran
i’m the f-cking boss, i’m supposed to’ve had a plan
but can’t think till i figure who i am
are you lost, or are you just another man
sittin’ in my sunshine tryna catch a tan? (glory)

[outro]
glory
glory
sitting in my sunshine
sitting in my sunshine
how brave is tour brave?
how deep is tour grave?

- loyle carner

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