Hate - live from the Royal Albert Hall Loyle Carner

[Verse 1]
Yeah, lemme tell you what I hate
Yeah, everything I ain't (uh)
Yeah, everything I've done
And everything I break
I hate the way that you were saying I'd be great
Yeah, let me tell you what I love, that there's no one above
The thought: "It is what it is"
That's the same thought, it was what it was
Yeah, I'm like the dove that had flew
Yeah too close to the Sun and he knew
That deep down there was nothing he could do
It's fucked because the Sun was you, ah true
But still I tell you what I hate, though
The same fellas getting bodied by the plain clothes
The same niggas that would follow under rainbows
The very same boys that would follow on the way home
Yeah, either your jacket or your raincoat
Tryna take suttin' that ain't dope, it's painful
At times I wish I had a guardian angel
To help me with the brothers, that's shameful
But still I love the rainfall (Yeah, the rainfall, rainfall)
I love the fact that they're so fucking grateful, Yes
I love the fact that my plate's full
I love the money in my bank, it's disgraceful, so many zeroes
I've brushed shoulders with so many heroes
I lost count, still hold those dineros
Tryna say suttin', my ears closed
I fear those lost in the past living on the recline
The same look up in their eyes if they're borrowing time
It's nine lives, on the eight, see the finishing line
It's right there on the horiz— couldn't finish the rhyme
I hate time, I said I fucking hate time
(Get those hands up)
(Time, time, time)