paroles de chanson Sun of Jean - múm , Loyle Carner , Dad
Ay,
we
just
supported
Nas
Whose
world
is
this?
Bruv,
of
course
it's
ours
Saying
I
ain't
been
the
same
since
I
caught
the
scars
They
don't
fade,
I
ain't
ashamed
Watch
us
fall
from
Mars
Cos
it's
the
fallen
parts
and
all
the
dust
settles
And
we
all
call
on
ours
fast
as
we
pluck
petals
We
let
the
love
pour
into
our
brain
Another
day
doing
more
to
maintain
Saying
finally
those
tears
in
my
mother's
eyes
Tears
from
the
other
side
Tears
of
joy,
her
little
boy's
got
his
mother's
pride
You
don't
know
nothing
'bout
the
rain
'til
you
come
inside
And
watch
it
trickle
past
the
pane
as
the
summer
rise
'Cause
ain't
no
love
inside
My
heart
Except
for
my
mother
and
my
diehards
I
stay
firm
Little
brother
keeps
my
mind
sharp
If
I
lost
yours
come
and
find
ours
I've
got
pleasures
Becoming
pressures
They
make
me
want
to
drift
away
They
make
me
want
to
drift
away
I
wasn't
running
from
the
beast,
I
was
running
from
myself
Running
out
of
street,
she
was
worried
'bout
my
health
Wasn't
worried
it
was
beef
Wasn't
worried
it
was
girls
She
was
worried
it
was
me
and
my
mother
couldn't
tell
Something
bigger
than
the
world
For
me
and
Ryan
Now
he
could
see
that
I've
been
crying
Tell
a
little
lie
and
say
there's
something
in
my
eye
And
from
the
second
he
could
see
that
I've
been
lying
He
would
think
I
wasn't
trying
Telling
him,
look
honestly
I'm
dying
To
be
the
bigger
man,
the
one
that
you're
relying
on
I
keep
it
strong
So
I
tell
another
lie
'cause
it's
the
only
way
to
keep
me
from
denying
So
I
tell
him
brother
listen
Listen,
when
the
sun
don't
glisten
All
the
days
turn
grey
and
the
love
goes
missing
Hate
won't
fade
and
the
front
row
hissing
You're
the
only
one
that
keeps
my
heart
wishing
I've
got
pleasures
Becoming
pressures
They
make
me
want
to
drift
away
They
make
me
want
to
drift
away
I've
got
pleasures
Becoming
pressures
They
make
me
want
to
drift
away
They
make
me
want
to
drift
away
Call
me
the
son
of
Jean
My
little
submarine
Me
and
my
mother,
there
ain't
nothing
that
can
come
between
Call
me
the
son
of
Jean
My
little
submarine
Me
and
my
mother,
there
ain't
nothing
that
can
come
between
Cos
I'm
the
son
of
Jean
They
make
me
want
to
drift
away
But
she
said
that
it
ain't
me
without
ADHD
88
keys
I
was
turning
18
She
would
stay
and
say
please
with
a
face
that
say
cheese
Always
try
to
make
peace
like
a
plate
of
baked
beans
That
was
me
and
my
bean
That
was
me
and
my
Jean
That
was
me
and
my
Jean
He
was
a
scribble
of
boy
All
hair
and
mischief
A
two-foot
tale
of
trouble
The
bee's
knees
A
cartwheeling
chatterbox
of
tricks
Completely
fearless
I
had
to
carry
a
first
aid
kit
My
band-aid
boy
I
had
my
heart
in
my
mouth
wherever
we
went
He'd
do
backflips
into
the
pool
when
he
was
tiny
And
the
lifeguards
would
get
all
stressed
out
He
was
a
proper
Mowgli
He
embraced
everything
Took
things
apart
to
see
what
made
them
tick
Such
busy
fingers
He
would
empty
sugar
packets
onto
the
Tables
at
restaurants
to
draw
pictures
in
He
used
to
draw
on
anything
Fantastical
creatures
with
ferocious
fangs
And
now
he
draws
with
words
and
I
Find
lyrics
on
my
till
receipts
and
bills
He
was
never
still
and
barely
slept
so
neither
did
I
I
could
never
understand
how
he
could
Watch
TV
upside
down
while
kicking
a
ball
His
eyes
shone
with
wonder
Music
flowed
through
him
like
a
current
He'd
upend
a
stool
to
use
as
a
microphone
Singing
away
for
his
grandparents
He
turned
the
world
upside
down
and
we're
richer
for
it
He
was
and
is
a
compete
joy
The
world
is
his
That
scribble
of
a
boy
1 Ain't Nothing Changed
2 Sun of Jean
3 No Worries
4 Swear
5 Yesterday's Gone
6 Damselfly
7 +44
8 Mean It In the Morning
9 The Isle Of Arran
10 NO CD
11 Stars & Shards
12 Florence
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