[Verse 1: Loyle Carner]
Yo, I was just a kid, I was barely sixteen
Couldn't tell a man what this shit means
To shoot a man on a fucking split-screen
Take a life that was kinda pristine
Uh, I wasn't listening to Christine
And the Queens, I was listening to fifteen
Young men like me kick a sixteen
Full of pain in a city, let the shit stream
Deep in the consciousness, down south
Where the monsters live, abandoned houses and consequence
Yeah, heart breaks, it was common sense
Don't sit on that shit, man, we jumped the fence
Uh, 'cause certain areas are tense
Yeah, that's why I'm never at events
Uh, 'cause I was tryna make pence
Doesn't make bread, doesn't make sense
[Chorus: Wesley Joseph, Loyle Carner]
Mama, I lost a friend
(Ayo, it doesn't make sense)
(I lost a friend)
Mama, I lost again
[Verse 2: Loyle Carner]
Yo, it's the L, won't you pull it?
The destination of the bullet, the man living life to the fullest
Can't lie, yo, at times, was the purest
But now you're in another city like a tourist
The prayers can't cure this, deep rain, hop in the ride
I closed the door, told the cabbie to drive, uh
Late at night, see the mother that cried
The bullet whizzed past my face, saw her son as he died
My eyes wide, yeah
Ah, shaking up my belly from inside
Ah, I shoulda stayed, shoulda lied
Yeah, I shoulda prayed, shoulda tried
Trust, but like his mother, I cried
When they took the boy's life 'cause he's from the wrong side
Shit, I know I should have thought twice
Ah, washing off the blood from my Nikes
Yo, I was just a kid, I was barely sixteen
Couldn't tell a man what this shit means
To shoot a man on a fucking split-screen
Take a life that was kinda pristine
Uh, I wasn't listening to Christine
And the Queens, I was listening to fifteen
Young men like me kick a sixteen
Full of pain in a city, let the shit stream
Deep in the consciousness, down south
Where the monsters live, abandoned houses and consequence
Yeah, heart breaks, it was common sense
Don't sit on that shit, man, we jumped the fence
Uh, 'cause certain areas are tense
Yeah, that's why I'm never at events
Uh, 'cause I was tryna make pence
Doesn't make bread, doesn't make sense
[Chorus: Wesley Joseph, Loyle Carner]
Mama, I lost a friend
(Ayo, it doesn't make sense)
(I lost a friend)
Mama, I lost again
[Verse 2: Loyle Carner]
Yo, it's the L, won't you pull it?
The destination of the bullet, the man living life to the fullest
Can't lie, yo, at times, was the purest
But now you're in another city like a tourist
The prayers can't cure this, deep rain, hop in the ride
I closed the door, told the cabbie to drive, uh
Late at night, see the mother that cried
The bullet whizzed past my face, saw her son as he died
My eyes wide, yeah
Ah, shaking up my belly from inside
Ah, I shoulda stayed, shoulda lied
Yeah, I shoulda prayed, shoulda tried
Trust, but like his mother, I cried
When they took the boy's life 'cause he's from the wrong side
Shit, I know I should have thought twice
Ah, washing off the blood from my Nikes
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