Stars & Shards - Loyle Carner

I used to know this nigga Sonny who was ironically dark

Never consumed by the money but selling dro in the park

Became a main habit of his, bagging the piff

Cornucopias quoting the man, he was blagging the piff

It wasn’t simple

Simpler than the previous maturity, he was lacking it

He was never mischievous, devious was closer

Only relevant if leaving us

He was too afraid so he stayed, forced to believe in trust

Honesty was the commodity he never possessed

Nevertheless, manipulate a woman beating his chest

Reaping the stress, seeking the breast, reeking of cess

Hear the pitter-patter, missing the latter, weeping to death

Without a shoulder to cry on, no one left to rely on

He was followed by some men in black like the belt of Orion

In the report, said he was caught dead in the snort

And was shredded, he never even embedded a thought

Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle

Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle

Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle

Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle

So let me start from the beginning, I’ll pad the middle with simple

Cutest of the children always displaying a dimple

Never talking out of line or defined as he fought the vine

But an awkward spine left him severed over single

Proud in the corridors, a wrong in yours

While the janitor was mopping floors

He was dropping whores on all fours, left her begging for a reason

Treason left him cold, never froze for an evening

But the body heat never seemed to keep his body sweet

On another meat, looking for another blonde to beat

Now the streets became his mistresses, turning his witness

'Cause when a weak spits, you don’t know who be holding hit list

Switch shift, he’s stumbling on the war path

Whores bark, meditating up in the raw dark

For more dark, he’s knowing that’s when the war starts

Cutting more lines than disabled kids up in Thorpe Park

Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle

Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle

Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle

Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle

So I said the life that you’re living don’t seem to be making sense

Shaking pence out the cookie jar, looking hook on the bends

Losing friends, rookie, he spends all of his tens

On the little bit of leaf that will leave him stuck in the ends

He started to shot, losing the plot, itching his scrot

Little street corner located, dropping his crop

Others would watch, smother the block under the spot

'Til he found himself surrounded by brothers robbing his gwap

Didn’t seem to be the average type, caught a badge in sight Coppers turning

foxes and it just wasn’t the rabbits' night

He wasn’t known for just a couple of minutes

Scrolling through his phone trying to bell a couple of digits

But nobody would answer

Chancer who took his last chance at a glance

In the drug deal stance

And now he dance with the devil in the park by the treble

Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle

Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle

Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle

Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle

Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle