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Carluccio Lyrics - Artist : Loyle Carner
"Can I get the beat up a little bit?"

Don't leave
Please
I reckon that you're everything I need
Uh, I know I'm getting grumpy in the week
Sleeping in each others pockets living up each others sleeves
It's the greed
I know you hate the money plants the seed
I hate the thought you don't believe
Me, reckon that I couldn't take the lead
Just become another one who milks the sun until it bleeds
Yo I think about my best days
With you at home marking essays
Pouring glasses or sparkling presse
We raise a toast then another toast
Making a roast thinking I can hold you close when the past strays
But it if lost I wonder who's to know
I pay the cost of all this to and fro
It's like a frostbite blue with snow
The day we lost Carluccio

Uh, the thought makes me cry and I'm embarrassed
Thinking 'bout the nights out in Paris, evening
Swimming in the deep end, wishing I was savage
Saying she ain't believing in marriage but times change
Now it's all a house out in Italy
Ceremony in Sicily, the dreams so bitter sweet
Uh, cuz when I close my eyes all I seek is she
Shit, I'm hoping she can picture me
Or maybe picture kids with a frisbee
It's better [?] show up keeping 'em with me
I think it's risky, I reckon that she missed me
We got together like the nike airs and thrift tees
But it we don't I wonder who's to know
I pay the cost of all this to and fro
It's like a frostbite blue with snow
The way we lost Carluccio

Ch'yeah
Uh, uh the way we lost Carluccio
I said
The way we lost Carluccio
Uh
The way we lost Carluccio
On the day that we lost Carluccio
The way we lost Carluccio

You'll never be the worst to the first
Or better than the last
The less we lost to start our own little past
I ain't thinking that fast
I said, I ain't thinking that fast
Cuz when the honey moon blast and the day lights passed
You raise a glass to the past sitting back on your arse
And we laugh yeah
And we love

Eh fuck it

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