Loyle Carner - A lasting place

Trouble in the one six
Trouble in the one six nine
Yeah, saying they don't want this
Saying they don't want this life
Trouble in the one six
Yeah, trouble in the one six nine
Yeah, saying they don't want this
Come across this
Check
Life

She see my father in me
That's why she argue with me
That's why they can't forgive me
Rock and a hard place
Wearing a hard face
Close the door
Leave my house like I'm scarface
Sweet success that I can't taste
Heard the bang
Still finishing the last race
Lapping me
A year ago yo they was clapping me
Nobody told me that I'd lose it so rapidly
I thought this was the kind of thing that goes gradually
My hair line
The good guys
I was glad to be
Grim reapers catching me
Yeah, it's like I work for him
I'm being punished for the times that I would sin
When I tried to do right
Still I did the wrong thing
Yo, I thought I was a king

Yeah, trouble in the one six
Trouble in the one six
Trouble in the ons six
Yeah
Saying I don't want this life
Trouble on the
Saying they don't want this

What kind of man weeps at the feet of his wife in pain, holds up the pink and shrieking thing and feels the throb of time. What kind of man wraps a cloth around his waist and holds the baby to his chest, walks through the streets swaying like a drunk in the morning. What kind of man feels the rage of men and only swallows at his daughter's fists... What kind of man bends to hold them in their suffering, in their questions, in their garbled turns of phrase. What kind of man admits his failures, turns over his heavy stones, stands at the feet of grief and wanting and does not turn away. What kind of man becomes a father. A lasting place

So how am I supposed to sum it up?
Listen, this is what the summer does
And I ain't losing any one of us
A mother's love
Yeah, mother's love
I know it isn't what it is
I wish it was
The love is great
To raise the man that you hate
Growing in the man that you make
Knowing that if you plan your escape
Then the next man is handed his fate
They say that time waits for no man
At least it didn't for my old man
So fuck it, me and the devil used to hold hands
A slow dance through the city
Through that cold sand
I'm here all fucking week
And ain't got no plans
Was staring back at the reflections of a grown man
Staring back at the reflections of a grown man
Damn
But I don't want to be an old man