[Tom Misch]
You're my, you're my
Angel (Angel)
You're my angel
You're my, you're my angel
You're my angel
[Loyle Carner]
Uh, uh, yeah, uh
Back with another one (That's trust)
Trust
Went missing in the summer sun
Ben and Em can't figure if the summer's done
Pour another glass, knock it back, sip another rum
We're one, two, checking as the colours spun (Uh)
Cassette, fling it on the decks, fuck a number one
I'm trying to keep all the respect before my number comes
But never coming for your neck if I'm under thumb
'Cause I can run, run away when it's all finished
Diminished, just business, we pour Guinness
Trust, I got nothing if it's all in this
But if I keep all the trouble that I brought with this
It's finished, yo, this is how the game goes
Dodging plain clothes villains, chasing rainbows
Suppose, if it was anything but main roads
Talking 10 toes, 'nother case closed
Uh, trust
'Cause listen, this is where you'll find me
Sippin' on a chai tea, talking all politely
And rightly so, they're telling me they might be
Looking for the trouble, nah, never me and mine G
I keep it lowkey like a baritone
Trust, far from sopranos who haven't grown
'Cause everybody talks tough in a badder zone
Three kids hit by a train with a bag of chrome
So if I stand alone and reminisce, I used to run
A couple guys talked tough, never shoot a gun
I know they used to bun flame
When they used the sun
I never really did, labelled the unusual one
It's dumb, 'cause I was tryna change position
Pop's missing, tryna stop the opposition
The blocks hissin', big blocks the dogs piss in
Yo, I wanted them gone, not stop livin'
Trust, uh, not stop livin', long
I wanted them gone, not stop livin'
Trust, not stop livin', trust
I wanted them gone, trust
[Tom Misch]
And that's why you're my angel (You're my angel)
You're my angel (You're my angel)
You're my, you're my angel (You're my angel, you're my angel)
You're my angel (You're my angel)
[Loyle Carner]
Uh, uh
'Cause down there, I can see 'em
You think your enemies are nothing 'til you bleed 'em
Yo, 'xause all I really wanted was my freedom
Disappearing and then I'm realising that I need 'em
Trust, so I can sit up in the park with the setting sun
And let my missus tell me, "Baby, you're the better one"
Uh, feelin', feelin' better than I ever done
Still I know I need this fuckin' drama when it's said and done
Uh, 'cause where I'm from
Hidden in the big deep south
Opening my big deep mouth
Yo, a lot of people tryna keep these out
But these days, I hate to say I dig deep now
Trust, 'cause honestly I need 'em
Yo, I hate 'em but I grieve 'em
I think I've finally found a reason
Trust, that like the like the fire needs the air
I won't burn unless you're there
Check it like, uh
Like the fire needs the air
I won't burn unless you're there
Check it like, uh
Like the fire needs the air
I won't burn unless you're there
[Tom Misch]
It's been a while since summer
Finally found some time to be alone
I'll try and lower my tone
Never last long for me
Sitting on the train from Willesden Green
Places I've never been
And as the seasons come and grow
So do all the things I used to know
The way my heart will flow
And though we might not meet again
I want you to listen 'til the end
Over and over again
[Tom Misch]
And that's why you're my angel (You're my angel)
You're my angel (You're my angel)
You're my, you're my angel (You're my angel, you're my angel)
You're my angel (You're my angel)
That's why you're my angel
[Loyle Carner & Tom Misch]
Yeah, yeah, probably still
I'll try and lower my tone, try and lower my tone
Never last long for me
Whoa, sing it, Tom
Sitting on the train from Willesden Green
Where the ladies at? Where they at?
Where are they at?
