Loyle Carner - Ice Water :: A COLORS SHOW

Took the third time before I finally caught her name (Uh)

Held it with the clarity of Autumn rain

It's the morning, the rain stop falling and your girls stopped calling

But you're hoping that she calls again (Uh)

Says she hates men and that we're all the same

I'm with somebody else, I'll probably let it fall to flame

But with her, it's like we share the same sort of brain

So I dial her up and see if I can let a fool explain

And she's the only one I'm holding when the day's cold

And her's the only place I'm headed when the day's old

Like when the day's young, we travelled every place

Told, create a move on the move and leave our place sold (Aye)

'Cause' she's the one I thought I'd never meet

Two left feet on the leather street (Uh)

Joy started pinging off a better beat

Right now, it's better than it's ever been

True

Uh, my french vanilla butter pecan

Bouncing back and forth every weekend (Uh)

Smooth like the change of the season

Break up, we ain't need a reason to

Uh, my french vanilla butter pecan

Bouncing back and forth every weekend (Uh)

Smooth like the change of the season

Break up never be a reason

Uh, you say you'll get your coat, I say I'll get it for ya

Checking all your pockets probably the paranoia (Uhh)

Getting close, obvious that I adore ya

One false move and we're history, call me Mr Moyer

Maybe you're genuine, maybe I should let you in

Maybe I should focus on myself and get to shed this skin

Or maybe not

You're half-hearted like the melanin

And living off this shit that this success can bring

They don't know the stress it brings, uh

Even though the mess I'm in

Two mortgages, you even know the debt I'm in

Suttin', suttin', I can't get away with anything

Like my phone blings and I let it ring, right now

I wrote the first verse I've written in weeks

Manager belling my phone but I don't wanna' speak, It's peak (Uh)

Reject call, message at the beep

Select all and then press delete

Peace

Uh, my french vanilla butter pecan

Bouncing back and forth every weekend (Uh)

Smooth like the change of the season

Break up, we ain't need a reason to

Uh, my french vanilla butter pecan

Bouncing back and forth every weekend (Uh)

Smooth like the change of the season

Break up never be a reason

My French vanilla butter pecan

Bouncing back and forth every weekend

My French vanilla butter pecan

Bouncing back and forth every weekend

[Outro: converation between Loyle Carner and a taxi driver]

Son of the taxi driver: A video on youtube or something

Taxi driver: Okay

Son: Yeah, Oh my god, can you take a picture, yeah?

Taxi driver: Alright, I will

Son: Alright then, bye guys

Taxi driver: Later, bye

Son: Thanks, and your music's amazing!

Loyle Carner: Thank you very much

He sounds like a sweet boy man, yeah good boy

He's lucky to have a good dad like you as well

Not many people have that, you know

(Ottolenghi plays)

Loyle Carner: So what you think then?

Taxi driver: Uh?

Loyle Carner: What you think then?

Taxi driver: Yeah it's cool, man

Loyle Carner: Thank you, bruv