Loyle Carner - Sun of jean

^BAy, we just supported ^ENas Whose world is this? Bruv, of course it's ours ^BSaying I ain't been the same since I c^Eaught the scars They don't fade, I ain't as^Chamed, watch us fall from Mars 'Cause it's the fa^G#mllen parts and all the du^Est settles And we all call on ours fast as we pluck petals ^G#mUh, we let the love po^Bur into our brain Another d^Eay doing more to maintain Saying finally those ^Btears in my mother's eyes Tears from the other side ^ETears of joy, her little boy's got his moth^F#er's pride ^BYou don't know nothing 'bout the r^F#ain 'til you come inside ^EAnd watch it trickle past the pane as the summer rise ^G#m'Cause ain't no love inside my h^Eeart Uh, except for my mother and my di^Cehards ^G#mI stay firm, little brother keeps my mind sharp ^EIf I lost yours, come and f^Bind ours

I've got pl^F#easures ^E Becoming pre^F#ssures ^E They make me w^F#ant to dr^G#mift a^Bway ^E They make me w^F#ant to dr^G#mift a^Bway ^E

I wasn't running from the^B beast, I was running from myself Running out of s^Etreet, she was worried 'bout my health Wasn't w^F#orried it was b^Beef, wasn't worried it was girls She was worried it wa^Es me and my mother couldn't tell Something bigger than the ^G#mworld Ay, for me and R^Eyan Ay, now he could see that I've been crying ^G#mTell a little lie and say there's something in my eye And from the se^Econd he could see that I've been lyi^Cng He would th^F#ink I wasn't tr^Bying Telling him, look, honestly, I'm dying To ^Ebe the bigger man, the one that you're relying ^F#On, I keep it strong, so I tell another lie ^E'Cause it's the only way to keep me from denying So I te^F#ll him, brother, li^G#msten, listen, when the sun don't glisten All the day^Es turn grey and the love goes missing ^G#mHate won't fade and the front row hissing ^EYou're the only one who keeps my heart wishing

I've got p^F#leasures ^E Becoming ^F#pressures ^E They make me w^F#ant to d^G#mrift aw^Bay ^E They make me w^F#ant to d^G#mrift aw^Bay ^E I've got p^F#leasures ^E Becoming ^F#pressures ^E They make me w^F#ant to d^G#mrift aw^Bay ^E They make me w^F#ant to d^G#mrift aw^Bay ^E

Uh, but she said that it ain't ^Bme without ADHD 88 k^Eeys, I was turning eighteen She would stay and say ple^Base with a face that say cheese Always trynz make ^Epeace like a plate of baked beans That was me and my b^G#mean ^EThat was me and my J^G#mean ^EThat was me and my Jean

He was a scribble of a boy, all hair and mi^F#schief A two-foot tale of tro^Euble, rhe bee's knees A cartwheeling ch^F#atterbox of tricks, compl^Eetely fearless I had to carry a first aid k^F#it, my b^Dand-aid boy ^EI had my heart in my mouth wherever we went He'd do backflips into the po^F#ol when he was tiny And the l^Eifeguards would get all stressed out He was a proper Mow^Egli, he embraced everything Took things apart to see what made them ^F#tick Such busy fin^Egers He would empty sugar packets onto the tables In restaurants to draw pi^F#ctures in He used to draw on anything ^EFantastical creatures with ferocious fangs ^EAnd now he draws with words And I find lyrics on my till receipts and bills He was never still and barely s^Elept, so neither did I I could never understand how he could watch TV Upside down while kicking a ba^Ell His eyes shone with wonder Music flowed through him like a cu^Brrent He'd u^Epend a stool to use as a microphone ^ASinging away for his gra^G#mndparents ^F#mHe turned the world upside down and we're richer for it ^G#mHe was and is a c^F#omplete joy ^EThe world is his, that sc^G#mribble of a bo^By ^{G#m B E}