Cantona

[Verse 1: Loyle Carner]

Banana butter skin

Fight, stay another night

Still were troublin

Fine, sipping on some wine

And some other things

White lies are deep in disguise til my mother rings

Smothering, better being beside

All the redefined feelings

She's leading, keeping me blind

Seen the deepest ties

Feeble and evil leaving their eyes

Saying time flies

When people really meaning demise

Caught surprise

And that be that

Merciless matter fact

Snapping back and backing yak

All snapping the candle wax

The battle axe bruise, everything you loose

Couple loose screws, I tighten my shoes

We ain't having that

Catching that

Snatch of a man attached

Wrapped in his match day, happs with his lassy latched

My even Steven leaves with out a reason

Grieving still he's leaving me with something to believe in

[Chorus: Loyle Carner]

We'd sit for hours

Sun, thunderstorm or showers

In the same living room watching the bloom turn to flowers

We'd sit for hours

Sun thunder storm or showers

In the same living room watching the bloom

[Verse 2: Loyle Carner]

We know that it's a selfish thought

Thinking we're the only youth distraught

Selfish be coming from slums of any whose been torn

Scorned, or left folorn

From the belly of the horn

Still as night, still I step outside

Sippin as I mourn

Yawn, dusk till dawn

It's forlorn and trust

Brush from a Dark hush, still adore them such

Its Still Bill and Rosie, names that'll hold me

Two names shaping my brain sane if I'm lonely

The only reason I'm here this evening

Reason I'm breathing

The reason that all my Demons

Been beaten out of this Eden

Still the reason strange

Seasons have changed in the grieving

But the new relief Is releasing

These feelings to ceiling

So I'm kneeling with deeper meaning

Seeping through believing

If you see me sleeping

I dream of sneaking through into freedom

So I'm leaving

I'm fleeing, leaping, deep in to the green

And forget a heathen

Cos me I need something to believe in

[Chorus: Loyle Carner]

We'd sit for hours

Sun, thunderstorm or showers

In the same living room watching the bloom turn to flowers