The Sun Went Down - George Ezra

When I was just hustling broke, didn't nobody see me through it Word to my mother, knew it, but I still went through it Snooze, then you lose, guess I snoozed 'cause I still went through it Cried 'bout the Bentley coupe, ooh, man, I still went through it Now I wrap my millions up, wonder how he do it When I run my mills up, man, nobody see me do it Last album deal up, labels tryna see me through it Charlie put them M's up, niggas thought he really blew it Now I keep a S on my chest, baby I saved the world in a dress, baby Paranoid, them demons want my flesh badly Fell in love with sipping the 'Tech, baby I just wanna hustle the best, baby Keep the money close, I don't trust, baby Run up on me, told you I'ma bust, baby Tryna keep me going when I nut, baby Say you don't love me, better look me in my eyes Tried to play me, your face looked surprised I told you day one I was gonna find out Heard 'bout you sneaking, bringing niggas in your house I feed the block, I make 'em hustle, get your crumbs up We know you freaked that little bitch, you can't tongue us She broke my heart and basically told me get my lungs up Ever since then I don't love again She tried to tell me I wasn't him My self-confidence 'bove the rim Got a few brothers in the pen None of the green dots in They got chains on and iPhoned up Few blows on and they bracelet diamond cut up He ready to get it on, don't wanna talk 'bout love That blade seven-fifty, shouldn't of ate that up Couple niggas with me say they faced that up They going head first, no time to ask what's up, yeah That's the definition of he love me, undress me and fuck with me The time come, you crying and you gone Now I keep a S on my chest, baby (Ayy) I saved the world in a dress, baby (Yeah) Paranoid, them demons want my flesh badly (Yeah) Fell in love with sipping the 'Tech, baby (Grr, grr) I just wanna hustle the best, baby (Bitch, I just) Keep the money close, I don't trust, baby (I don't trust, nah) Last album deal up, labels tryna see through it Charlie put them M's up, niggas thought he really blew it

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour