Carluccio Loyle Carner

[Intro]
Can I get the beat up a little bit?

[Verse 1]
Don't 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 other's sleeves
It's 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 Pressés
We raise a toast then another toast
Making a roast thinking I can hold you close when the best strays

[Chorus: Loyle Carner and Antonio Carluccio]
But if it's lost I wonder who's to know
I pay the cost of all this to and fro
It's like a frostbite blue with snow
The day we lost Carluccio
And erm, it's been a struggle sometimes

[Verse 2]
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
Saying she ain't believing in marriage but times change
Now it's all a house out in Italy
Ceremony Sicily, the dreams so bittersweet
Uh, 'cause when I close my eyes all I see is she
Shit, I'm hoping she can picture me
Or maybe picture kids with a Frisbee
It's bed tennis, yo I'm keeping 'em with me
I think it's risky, I reckon that she missed me
We go together like the Nike Airs and crisp tees