Yakoto - London Lyrics

We lost him in London
Shooting up brown at the station
Looking through me wary
Eyes dead, like lead heavy
We lost him to nothing
To the will and the dream of his father
Who told him that the streetlights would guide him
And roads would be endless and golden
You take him for your glory sweet Lorraine, sweet Lorraine
So many dream of you they don't know that you kill, that you kill
You take him for your glory sweet Lorraine, sweet Lorraine
You take one wrong turn to not return, you kill, yeah you kill
I called an Uber driver and we got to talking
I was honest I said maybe I would end it
He didn't buy it
He pulled over and he started praying
He was a good man Presbyterian, Nigerian
He told me how he got here
What a gift from God
How he's come a long way
And I'll be alright
Just to find out he over charged me for the long ride
You take him for your glory sweet Lorraine, sweet Lorraine
So many dream of you they don't know that you kill, that you kill
You take him for your glory sweet Lorraine, sweet Lorraine
You take one wrong turn to not return, you kill, yeah you kill"