Sun Of Jean - Loyle Carner, MUM, Dad

Ay, 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

'Cause it’s the fallen parts and all the dust settles

And we all call on ours fast as we pluck petals

Uh, we let the love pour into 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 'bout the rain 'til you come inside

And watch it trickle past the pane as the summer rise

'Cause ain’t no love inside my heart

Uh, except for my mother and my diehards

I stay firm, little brother keeps my mind sharp

If I lost yours, come and find ours

I’ve got pleasures

Becoming pressures

They 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 'bout 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

Ay, for me and Ryan

Ay, 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

'Cause 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 the front row hissing

You’re the only one who keeps my heart wishing

I’ve got pleasures

Becoming pressures

They make me want to drift away

They make me want to drift away

I’ve 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

'Cause I’m the son of Jean

Uh, but she said that it ain’t me without ADHD

88 keys, I was turning eighteen

She would stay and say please with a face that say cheese

Always tryna 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

He was a scribble of a 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 into 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 the tables

In restaurants to draw pictures in

He used to draw on 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 upend 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 complete joy

The world is his, that scribble of a boy