Krispy

[Intro: Rebel Kleff] It's weird, man, I feel like I can't play. It's weird, man Every now and then like - I'm like playing and it's like "what?" I'm actually [Verse 1: Loyle Carner] I ain't seen you for a minute, wonder what for Only really chilling when we're on tour Even then there's something different I feel unsure if you look at me and still believe I should've done more Before your brothers on the top floor Or before another show is just a dumb chore We'd lay awake at yours dreaming of an encore and laugh at all the things that we would say when we won awards Course money was the source I've never known nothing like the force To rip a bond apart, shred it out its course Now two best friends who shared the torch barely talk And if we do it's mostly money not remorse And yo, I know there's nothing funny 'bout divorce But if this shit has really run its course I want you to know that all of mine's all of yours Uh, all of yours [Bridge: Loyle Carner] Still remember your mum buying me the flat pack mattress? Sleeping on your floor? [Verse 2: Loyle Carner] It's supposed to be Ben and Krispy And anywhere I went I said I'd take you with me Tour around the world and give a fuck, you'd miss me Get another city, yo, I cried when that sentence hit me Ben and Krispy, 'til the feet stop Reminisce like CL and Pete Rock or Blue and Exile 'cause every time the beat drop I start to tell a story and you follow with the beat box Tell 'em, get up on your feet like the seats hot Common and Dilla started spinning from the T tops But Rebel B was all I need and all I see Drop the rythm on repeat and I would spit it 'til the beat stopped But the beat stopped So now what? Yo, I can't wait another hour boss Give a fuck about the money or the e-track I Just Want My G Back Trust I just want my G back [Outro: Loyle Carner] Ayo listen, I got a lot more to say but I reckon I leave this next bit blank, so you wanna write something, you can write something I love you, G