作词 : Benjamin Coyle-Larner/Tom Misch
 作曲 : Benjamin Coyle-Larner/Tom Misch
 Must be a fly in here somewhere, well not anymore, heh heh
 Face this
 Like water, never taste this
 Evil, white rose to a racist
 They used to hype 'cause my mothers face was white and my fathers face blacker than the scene outside a spaceship
 Flooded with rocks and jewels, crystals shine and shimmer
 He never let me use their words, "due time my jigga"
 Never called me *****, said it's the master's tongue
 But being black and white, the trouble never asked for none
 But they all passed me some, **** it, I grabbed it
 Both hands in the darkest sun, scribbled 'til the parker's done
 Grabbed another pen and scribbled where the parker's spun
 Following in footstops of fathers that were asked to run
 But not the one who wanted out and so they disappear
 All caught up in the fam and feeling like they interfere
 I'm thinking that my great grandfather could've owned my other one
 And yo, that **** is weird
 I'm lost (I'm)
 Wondering my cost (I'm)
 Telling you, it hurts, (I'm)
 If you don't know your worth
 So we run from the maker like sons in Jamaica
 Heart break, breaker like the sun's an equator
 We wasted it, before we even tasted it
 Cities on fire
 Quite literally
 The reason nobody's talking remains a mystery
 My brother's lost, telling him do it differently
 I wanna take the blame but we don't share the same history
 I'm lost
 Wonder my cost up in this space
 Mixed race, colour on my face, feeling misplaced
 A waste
 Ain't tryna tell you how my **** taste
 Pack a couple days in this thin case, make a move
 Write everyday and night 'til I say the truth
 Lose looking for some proof that I'm still in news
 See, I got it all to lose, nothing to prove
 Promise the day I get paid, I'ma pay my dues
 Uh, find the karma
 Told me I'm from Ghana but really it's Guyana
 Uh, I'm Coyle Larner to Carner, the birth place of my father's father
 I don't know the answer
 I'm lost
 Wondering my cost
 Telling you it hurts
 If you don't know your worth
 So we run from the maker like sons in Jamaica
 Heart bait breaker, duh, whatever
 Wasted it, before we even tasted it
 ****
 Loyle Carner: Ay, yeah, can I just get uhhh.... You got chicken soup?
 Vendor: Nah, only goat soup for today
 Loyle Carner: Uh, can I get one goat soup... erm... and then some curried chicken with, uhm, rice and peas
 Vendor: Only plain rice
 Loyle Carner: Yeah, can I just get plain rice then, and some, er, steamed veg as well please
 Vendor: Only plain rice?
 Loyle Carner: Yeah