Lyrics Georgetown - Loyle Carner feat. John Agard
Explain
yourself
what
you
mean
when
you
say
half-caste
Ah,
listening
to
you
with
the
keen
half
of
my
ear
Ah,
when
I
sleep
at
night,
I
close
half
a
eye
Consequently,
I
dream
half
a
dream
And
when
moon
begin
to
glow,
I
half-caste
human
being
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
thirteen,
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
'til
I
got
sent
a
batch
of
my
own
Now
I
let
the
speakers
bang
out
your
home
Uh,
and
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
When
Tchaikovsky
sit
down
at
the
piano
And
mix
a
black
key
with
the
white
key
Is
a
half-caste
symphony
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