What Am I to Do? - Ezra Collective, Loyle Carner

One, one, one

Two, two, two, two

Two, two

You can find me where the city meets the skyline

Knocking back the whiskey like it’s white wine

Says she’s finished work and so I bide time

Until I take her guard off and put it down beside mine

It’s fine, we watch the world go by

Saw the whole world through my girl’s own eyes

And they were pale like the photo size

'Cause everybody talks the truth, no she knows those guys, but who?

really, nothing of concern, see the city’s on fire

Watch the bridges as they burn

I disappear now I’m wishing she’d return

At the same time, wishing I could learn

All this paper that I earned

The first bird gets the worm

The second mouse gets the cheese, trust

And I been sat down doing this with ease

Too much, PS, someone take it for me please, please

Can’t get up

Spine won’t let up

Lump in my neck

Ain’t got time for a check up

I’m fed up

But what am I to do?

I’m worried 'bout you

My mind won’t let up

Lump in my neck

Ain’t got time for a check up

I’m fed up

But what am I to do

If I’m worried 'bout you?

I didn’t write a second verse

So I’ll kick a free

I’m all about being me

LC ripping mics in the place to be

Ezra Collective, we do this frequently

It’s me on the flipping mic

Yeah, I said it right

I say it twice if I do this like every night

Shouts to Jorja

Met on the stage, grab a water

Now I talk to missus 'bout her daughter

Yeah, I oughta switch up the flow a bit

Let me see if I can come a bit more legit

In a boat, no joke

I don’t smoke

Give a toke, I don’t do that

Coming with some new raps, so who’s that?

LC on the bigger mic

I might have said that twice

But anyways, let me get away and come back

Kickin' real raps

Yeah, have that

Let up

Won’t let up

Lump in my neck

Ain’t got time for a check up

I’m fed up, ah

But what am I to do?

I’m worried 'bout you

My mind won’t let up

Lump in my neck

Ain’t got time for a check up

I’m fed up

But what am I to do

If I’m worried 'bout you?

Yo, I wrote another 15 or 16

I never worry, keep my **** clean

I seen drugs ruin lives of the pristine

From the brown, all the way down to the stiff green

The streets are mean but my mother ain’t

And every late night, yeah, my mum would wait

And when I staggered home, drunk in a dumberstate

Say it straight, she’d fix me a plate, stuff it in my face

I’d never run around the bits with the bangers really

But still the bangers in the bits either fan or fear me

'Cause if I talk about my feelings and them man are near me

Chuck in some raps then a dapps, they can see it clearly

'Cause it’s inside of them

I grab the paper and I ride the pen

Livin' this life, I ain’t tryna end

So I can kick it for a foe, never mind a friend

Waiting for feelings like can rhyme again

Ah, can’t get up

Mind won’t let up

Lump in my neck

Ain’t got time for a check up

I’m fed up

But what am I to do?

I’m worried 'bout you

My mind won’t let up

Lump in my neck

Ain’t got time for a check up

I’m fed up

But what am I to do?

I’m worried 'bout you

I can’t get up

Won’t let up

In my neck

Ain’t got time for a check up

And yeah, I’m fed up, yo

But what am I to do

If I been worried 'bout you?

I been saying that my mind won’t let up

Spine won’t get up

Lump in my neck

Ain’t got time for a check up

I’m fed up

But what am I to do

If I been worried 'bout you?

You, you, you

If I been worried 'bout you

I sing it now

One, one, one

Two, two, two