Loyle Carner - Carluccio Lyrics

Uh
Can I get the beat up a little bit?
Uh
French vanilla
Ch'yeah, ch-ch-ch'yeah, aye

Aye, aye, don't leave (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 others sleeves
Its 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 Presse
We raise a toast then another toast
Making a roast thinking I can hold you close when the best strays

Uh, but it if lost I wonder who's to know
Uh, I pay the cost of all this to and 'fro
Uh, it's like a frostbite blue with snow
Uh, the day we lost Carluccio, uh
Uh
(And um, it's been a struggle sometimes)

Check, yeah
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
Say she weren't believing in marriage but times change, uh
Now its all a house out in Italy
Ceremony Sicily
The dreams so bitter sweet
Uh, 'cause when I close my eyes all I see is she
Shit, I'm hoping she can picture me, uh
Or maybe picture kids with a Frisbee
It's bare tennis, yo I'm keeping 'em with me
I think it's risky
I reckon that she missed me
We got together like the Nike Airs and crisp tees

Uh, but if we don't I wonder who's to know
Uh, I pay the cost of all this to and 'fro
Uh, it's like a frostbite blue with snow
Uh, the way we lost Carluccio (luccio)
Ch'yeah
Uh, uh the way we lost Carluccio (luccio)
Uh, said
The way way we lost Carluccio (luccio)
Uh, the way we lost Carluccio (luccio)
On, the day we lost Carluccio (luccio)
Uh
The way we lost Carluccio (luccio)
Uh, yeah

Uh, you'll never be the worst to the first
Or better than the last
The less we lost to start our own little past
I ain't thinking that fast
Said, I ain't thinking that fast
'Cause when the honeymoon blast
And the day lights passed we raise glass
To the past sitting back on arse
And we laugh, yeah
Shit and we love
There f*ck it