Carluccio

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Loyle Carner - Rap, UK

Carluccio

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[Intro] Can I get the beat up a little bit? [Verse 1] Don't leave Please,.I reckon that you're everything I need Uh, I know I'm getting grumpy in the week Sleeping in each other's pockets living up each other's sleeves It's the greed, I know you hate that money plants the seed I hate the thought you don't believe Me, reckon that I couldn't take the lead just become another one who milks the Sun until it bleeds Yo I think about my best days With you at home marking essays Pouring glasses of Sparkling Pressés We raise a toast then another toast Making a roast thinking I can hold you close when the best strays [Chorus: Loyle Carner and Antonio Carluccio] But if it's lost I wonder who's to know I pay the cost of all this to and fro It's like a frostbite blue with snow The day we lost Carluccio And erm, it's been a struggle sometimes [Verse 2] Uh, the thought makes me cry and I'm embarrassed Thinking 'bout the nights out in Paris Evening, swimming in the deep end Wishing I'm a savage Saying she ain't believing in marriage but times change Now it's all a house out in Italy Ceremony Sicily, the dreams so bittersweet Uh, 'cause when I close my eyes all I see is she Shit, I'm hoping she can picture me Or maybe picture kids with a Frisbee It's bed tennis, yo I'm keeping 'em with me I think it's risky, I reckon that she missed me We go together like the Nike Airs and crisp tees [Chorus] But if we don't I wonder who's to know Paying the cost of all this to and fro It's like a frostbite blue with snow The way we lost Carluccio Check Uh, uh the way we lost Carluccio I said The way we lost Carluccio Uh The way we lost Carluccio On the day that we lost Carluccio The way we lost Carluccio [Outro] You'll never be the worst to the first Or better than the last The less we asked to start our own little past I ain't thinking that fast I ain't thinking that fast 'Cause when the honeymoon blast and the daylights passed We raise a glass to the past sitting back on our arse And we laugh yeah And we love

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  • Loyle Carner