Sun Of Jean

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 Cos it's the fallen parts and all the dust settles And we all call on ours fast as we pluck petals 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 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 For me and Ryan 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 that 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 Cos I'm the son of Jean They make me want to drift away But she said that it ain't me without ADHD 88 keys I was turning 18 She would stay and say please with a face that say cheese Always try to 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 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 at 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 compete joy The world is his That scribble of a boy --- Sun of Jean - Loyle Carner