Wrong Crowd - Tom Odell

Shout, and delve beneath the ground The storms do not exist in the depths, relinquished Bow, to things you want to twist with your fist And drown in your sorrow, farewell Your fragrance and harmony A mask that shuts down reality Your brooding uncertainty A mist that brought down my traves Believe me when I say that you'll Leave this place with no soul or honor Bow to things you want to twist with your fist And drown in your sorrow, farewell Your fragrance and harmony A mask that shuts down reality Your brooding uncertainty A mist that brought down my travesty Your fragrance and harmony A mask that shuts down reality Your brooding uncertainty A mist that brought down my travesty I'm brought down to my knees To live a lifetime of grief My sorrow knows no retreat It's time to accept and release Masquerading Crowd, falling to abyss. (The stains of horror) What is it worth? (There's no tomorrow) Feel the fading light, calling to exist. (The stains of horror) Applaud, no resist, forever. (There's no tomorrow) (The stains of horror) (There's no tomorrow) (The stains of horror) (There's no tomorrow)

Some man a do di worse set a tings dem from wah day (gweh) Dat a wrong bang No renk mouth, nasty mout' bwoy, tampon (move) Yuh cyaa' bring dat to 6ix Boss, Yuh cyaa' bring dat to Panta Yuh Mad? Nasty bwoy, Gweh! Man just nah fuck no batty, nah dweet! Never suck a pussy, never see no hair pon me teeth And mi nuh tek bribe and mi nuh like sweets Anyting weh me waa', ah me a pay fi it And man just nah suck nuh pussy, nah dweet Deal wid e nipple dem like baby weh a creep Fuck gyal anyweh, suh nuh secret nah keep Right a di roadside, right dehso pon e beach But one ting Me just nah go fuck no man, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Nah go fuck no man, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Nuh man cyaa' fuck me, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Nah go, nah go Mi no laugh with man, mi no fuck man Gimmi all a di girl dem, a me option If mi nuh see no pussy, fimmi cocky nuh function Reach dung a St. Elizabeth, dung a Junction Mi rather buy pussy, all if a fi 10 grand Mi have gyal a Greenvale, Santa Cruz, St. Ann Fi buss off e draws, 6ix Boss nuh tek long Every gyal love 6ix, gimmi love and affection (whine) Gyal live inna me DM Send Daddy1 fi pick them up inna the BM From gyal fi get fuck yuh know say we never delay Man tek weh some bwoy gyal fast like a relay Godfadda, Don dadda, yuh done know a me that And me no like boots when mi fuck gyal me breed dat Kim cock up fi di backaz, never go inna di wrong hole 51-50 mi tell dem Man just nah fuck no batty, nah dweet! Never suck a pussy, never see no hair pon me teeth And mi nuh tek bribe and mi nuh like sweets Anyting weh me waa', ah me a pay fi it And man just nah suck nuh pussy, nah dweet Deal wid e nipple dem like baby weh a creep Fuck gyal anyweh, suh nuh secret nah keep Right a di roadside, right dehso pon e beach But one ting Me just nah go fuck no man, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Nah go fuck no man, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Nuh man cyaa' fuck me, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Nah go, nah go Mi no laugh with man, mi no fuck man Gimmi all a di girl dem, a me option If mi nuh see no pussy, fimmi cocky nuh function Reach dung a St. Elizabeth, dung a Junction Mi rather buy pussy, all if a fi 10 grand Reach inna Trini and wi lock dung Bompton Ah listen Rebel 6ix, G-City fi gun song Hol' we a hol' we owna vibez Yuh hear dat? Some bwoy a battybwoy! Get touch fi drive Jeep, rapid burst (Krrrr) Never suck a pussy, nuh day, nuh time Every girl can swear fi mi tongue, yuh hear dat? Yah, work hard fi we own (yah) Hustle everyday fi the cheddar A lie National? A nuh lie (hehe) Man just nah fuck no batty, nah dweet Never suck a pussy, never see no hair pon me teeth Renk mout' bwoy... dead Nah suck no pussy, nah dweet Heheh, yuh hear dat? We out here a do e right thing mi tell them Man just nah fuck no batty, nah dweet Never suck a pussy, never see no hair pon me teeth

You got the invitation, you got the right address You need some medication, the answer's always yes A little chance encounter could be the one you've waited for Just squeeze a bit more Tonight we're on a mission, tonight's the casting call This is the real audition, oh God help us all You make the right impression then everybody knows your name We're in the fast lane Someone in the crowd could be the one you need to know The one to finally lift you off the ground Someone in the crowd could take you where you want to go If you're the someone ready to be found Do what you need to do Til' they discover you And make them more than you're seeing now And the stars align I think I'll stay behind magical and fine That someone in the crowd That someone in the crowd Is someone in the crowd the only thing you really see? Watching while the world keeps spinning 'round Somewhere there's a place where I find who I'm gonna be A somewhere that's just waiting to be found Someone in the crowd will be the one you need to know Somone who can lift you off the ground Someone in the crowd will take you where you want to go Someone in the crowd will make you Someone in the crowd will take you Finally off the ground, with only someone ready to be found

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