Standout - KnuckS, Loyle Carner

I stand out like a black man in Kazakhstan

From when men get if they ain’t have plans

As that stands

I know the ropes like my backhand

Ain’t trynna sit here chasing ghosts

Like I’m PacMan

Really from the soil

[?} on the boil

My shawty act rashed

Man she spoiled

I like her 'cause she loyal

Like Loyle

Wrap the up in foil

We actually royal

You’re listening to kings

Where the hell is

Listen in the wind

Rappers feeling bad because

They n*ggas in the bin

But they ain’t on business

They was chickn on the wing (Haha)

Liquor to the brim

Lost in the ashtray

Mind moving slow

I control, alt and backspac

Couldn’t fuck with me and Loyle on a bad day

Boiled like a cat, man

A show for your rat race

[Bridge: Loyle Carner}

Bun that, telling them I’m grown

Imma do it on my own (Uh)

I’ve been heading for the throne

Trapped like the kid in Home Alone

I stand out

Like a black man on a hockey pitch

Treat the rap like I box

Way, I bop and dip

Flip

Like Motorola, we ain’t off a bit

A lotta fellas fallin' out

We ain’t hoppin' shit

Remember listening to Knucks

Just a couple bucks

Little something from my mums

Nothing from my pops

Rebel bring a little fruit

Bring a couple cups

I used to mix a little juice

Just to match it up

Trust

We got to duckin' if they started smoking

Blunts, yo

I hit it once then I started choking

(Uh)

They used to box it on a younger youth

Getting embarrassed

Saying I wouldn’t bun their zoo

Q, bun that

Telling them I’m grown

Running

If you ain’t coming

Imma do it on my own

(Uh)

Fuck rap, I’ve been heading for the throne

May the youth lead the trap

Like the kid in Home Alone like

[Outro: Loyle Carner}

Bun that, telling them I’m grown

Imma do it on my own (Uh)

I’ve been heading for the throne

Trapped like the kid in Home Alone