Lyrics Georgetown - Loyle Carner

Explain yourself wha' you mean when you say half cast
Ah listening to you wit' di keen half of mi ear
And when I sleep at night, I close half a eye
Consequently, I dream half a dream
And when moon begin to glow
I half cast human bein'
Cast half a shadow

Be afraid? Love more to make a visit than a poem?
Seek introductions, favors, influences?
No, thank you
No, I thank you and again, I thank you

Yeah, uh, small man cast a big shadow
Ready and raggo, heart stay dodging from the arrow
Skin of my teeth, late nights I was paro
Sweet to the bone, to the marrow, the marshmallow

Yeah, wonder why the waters so shallow
The sun was my ally, the night was my gallows
Uh, 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
We 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
Uh, black like the key on the piano
White like the key on the piano

Fascinated by the pyramids, masquerading as the infamous
Reminisce 13, backflipping and ninja kicks
Was emceeing but no one getting me into this
Been emceeing since I found out this shit exists

This shit that fills the pain as the wisdom spits
Out of the ink and drip, the feels of the wings unclipped
The beats I ripped till I got sent a batch of my own
Now I let the speakers bang out your home

Uh, 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

S-O-B-E-R, I take a breather
Pink lungs, yo, I got my mind looking cleaner
The deep sleeper, ayo, I came back sweeter
Can't lie, I'm still afraid of Grim Reaper

Uh, put another verse into the ether
I hit the corner, giving 20 pounds to Peter
It's like that, key on the piano
Black like the key on the piano, no ammo

Ayo, I'm white like the key on the piano
Black like the key on the piano, no ammo, uh

When Tchaikovsky sit down at di piano
And mix a black key with a white key
Is a half-cast symphony