笨小笨Georgetown歌词由Loyle Carner&John Agard演唱，出自专辑《hugo》，下面是《Georgetown》完整版歌词！
Georgetown歌词完整版
Explain yuself wha yu mean when yu say half-caste
Ah listening to yu wid de keen half of mih ear
An when I sleep at night I close half a eye
Consequently when I dream I dream half a dream
An when moon begin to glow I half-caste human being
Cast half a shadow
Be afraid
Love more to make a visit than a poem
Seek introductions favors influences
No thank you
No I thank you and again I thank you
Yeah uh small man cast a big shadow
Ready and raggo heart stay dodging from the arrow
Skin of my teeth late nights I was paro
Sweet to the bone to the marrow the marshmallow
Yeah wonder why the waters so shallow
The sun was my ally the night was my gallows
Uh cooking up the chips in the tallow
Invisibility cloak like the hallows
Black like tobacco black like the lungs that my dad
Smoked away in the days that the hate stayed narrow
I'm from the age where the hate seems macro
We keep a little oil in the afro The Black Sparrow
Hit the high seas straight like Sopranos
The streets still hot like Serrano saran wrap
Around the bad taps so we had to grab the hose
Let the cold water flow over man's nose
Yeah I'm black like the key on the piano
White like the keys on the piano low ammo
Uh black like the key on the piano
White like the key on the piano
Fascinated by the pyramids masquerading as the infamous
Reminisce thirteen back flipping and ninja kicks
Was emceeing but no one getting me into this
Been emceeing since I found out this **** exists
This **** that fills the pain as the wisdom spits
Out of the ink and drip the feels of the wings unclipped
The beats I ripped 'til I got sent a batch of my own
Now I let the speakers bang out your home
Uh and let the words flow out my dome
As a spoken poem let it levitate your zone
I'm the homegrown preacher the creeper Thai not sativa
But these days I wouldn't smoke either
S-O-B-E-R I take a breather
Pink lungs yo I got my mind looking cleaner
The deep sleeper ayo I came back sweeter
Can't lie I'm still afraid of Grim Reaper
Uh put another nto the ether
I hit the corner giving twenty pounds to Peter
It's like that key on the piano
Black like the key on the piano no ammo
Ayo I'm white like the key on the piano
Black like the key on the piano no ammo
When Tchaikovsky sit down at dah piano
An mix a black key wid a white key
Is a half-caste symphony
