The Isle Of Arran - Loyle Carner

The Lord will make a way

The Lord will make a way

The Lord will make a way

The Lord will make a way

Uh, uh, look

Uh, no, I don’t believe him

Uh, but know that I’ve been grieving

Know that I’ve been holding out, hoping to receive him

I’ve been holding out for G but he was nowhere to be seen

When I was bleeding

Cousin with the choking and the wheezing

But still he dream of smoking potent in the evening

This is only for the heathens

Hold until the souls who need redeeming from the demons

Still ain’t folded when it’s freezing

There ain’t no-one to believe in, I’m on that man side

Damn right, doing it myself from a landslide

Stand by, didn’t need no help from no damn guy

Man by, I’ve been making waves all my damn life

Planned my step to the letter and I stand by it

Try it, we ain’t holding back if it backfires

Lax, not the ones who carry crack 'til their back tired

Thought they’d make a mil' 'til it transpired

I ain’t like them damn liars

Uh, I’m saying I ain’t like them damn liars

Trust, told him I ain’t like them damn liars

So keep your mouth closed shut

Eyes wide open when that doubt rose up

'Cause if that drought shows nothing but the clouds hold

Nothing but the sound, I’ll be running 'til the ground open up

'Cause the best don’t change, clinging to that whole one

My mother said, «There's no love until you show some»

So I showed love and got nothing, now there’s no-one

You wonder why I couldn’t keep in tow, son?

I wonder why my dad didn’t want me, ex didn’t need me

Half of them left and the rest finna breeze me

It’s blessed 'til I second guess, rest 'til it freeze me

There’s nothing to believe in, believe me

The Lord will make a way

And when I get in trouble

The Lord will make a way

I have the Lord by my side

The Lord will make a way

And whenever I need him

The Lord will make a way

Little bit of life after death

Scatter my ashes when it’s my time for rest

With the lines I’m obsessed, rhymes I possess

Can’t deny, seen the biggest guys cry to confess in a breath

Fresh death passing the chest, unimpressed with the sess

Left scars in the flesh, he’s the best, worst-kept sparring in jest

Saying, «Star never bar too far from the nest»

So I never left and never thought about doing so

I to-and-fro from that prime time to a home

You see, I’m doing those nights I should’ve known better

Like whatever, still my breddas say I’m too involved

But who would know what the family first is?

'Til you dream, see three family hearses

Worst is, wanted me to speak at the service

So I penned a couple bars, didn’t need to rehearse this

The Lord will make a way

And when I get in trouble

The Lord will make a way

I have the Lord by my side

The Lord will make a way

And whenever I need him

The Lord will make a way