Loyle Carner - Ice Water Lyrics

Took the third time before I finally caught her name, uh
Held it with the clarity of Autumn rain
It's the morning, the rain stopped falling and your girl stopped calling
But you're hoping that she calls again, uh
Said she hates men and that we're all the same
I'm with somebody else, I'll probably let it fall to flame
But with her it's like we share the same sort of brain
So I dial her up and see if I can let a fool explain
She's the only one I'm holding when the days cold
And her's the only place I'm heading when the days old
Like when the days young we travelled everyplace told
Creative move on the move [?] plays soul
Aye, 'cause she's the one I thought I'd never meet, ay
Two left feet on the leather street, uh
Joy started pinging off a better beat
Right now it's better than it ever been
Truth

Uh, my French vanilla butter pecan
Bouncing back and forth every weekend, uh
Smooth like the change of the season
Break-up we ain't need a reason, to
Uh, My French vanilla butter pecan
Bouncing back and forth every weekend, uh
Smooth like the change of the season
Break up, never need a reason

Uh, you say you'll get your coat
I say I'll get it for ya
Checking all your pockets probably the paranoia
I'm, getting close obvious that I adore ya
One false move and we're history call me Mr. Moyer
Maybe you're genuine, maybe I should let you in
Maybe I should focus on myself and get to shed this skin
Or maybe not, you're half-hearted like the melanin
And living off this shit this success can bring
They don't know the stress it brings
Aye, even though the mess I'm in
Two mortgages you even know the debt I'm in
Somethin' somethin', I can't get away with anything
Like my phone blings and I let it ring, right now
I wrote the first verse I've written in weeks
Manager belling my phone but I don't wanna' speak, it's peak, uh
Reject call, message at the beep, select all and then press delete
Peace

Uh, my French vanilla butter pecan
Bouncing back and forth every weekend, uh
Smooth like the change of the season
Break-up we ain't need a reason, to
Uh, My French vanilla butter pecan
Bouncing back and forth every weekend, uh
Smooth like the change of the season
Break up, never need a reason

(Record scratch)
My French vanilla butter pecan
Bouncing back and forth every weekend
My French vanilla butter pecan
Bouncing back and forth every weekend