Testo Sun of jean Loyle Carner

Sun of jean

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 in to 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 about the rain till you inside
And watch it trickle past the pane as the summer rise
Cos ain't no love inside
My heart
Except for my mother and my die hards
I stay firm
Little brother keeps my mind sharp
If I lost yours come and find ours

I got pleasures
Becoming pressuresThey 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 about 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 cos 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 front row hissing
You're the only one that keeps my heart wishing

I 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

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

I got pleasures
Becoming pressures
They make me want to drift away
They make me want to drift away

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 in to 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 tables at restaurants to draw pictures in
He used to draw 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 up end 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