Small Things - Ben Howard

Huh You know how we bomin' Yeah TheLabCook... And when she call me I might pick up (brr) I pull up on her, paint a picture (skrrt) I know you want me to be witcha (what) But, baby I can't take no pictures (bitch) She want Balmain (ooh) Baby them is small things I'm balling (huh), I might pull up when she calling (yuh) No small change, Walking 'round with big rings (ice) She want Gucci, them is small things (yuh, yuh) Break her back first (first), Bend her backwards (ooh) Bitch you want a purse (purse), She get on my nerves (yuh) Now my phone ringin' (brr), Hotline blingin' (blingin') Pinky ring singin' (singin'), On me 2 milli (milli) She gon' have it drippin' when I pull up on her (pull up on her) Pussy got me slippin' when I pull up on her (whoa) Don't call me if you playin', please don't stall me (huh) Took his bitch and now I got him salty (yuh) I wanna crash first, I'm in a new vert (skrrt) She suck me, her tooth hurt (her what) Bitch I'm on two percs (lil' bitch) She call, I might block the bitch (block the shit) Dropping my top and shit (my top and shit) Bitch I've been poppin' shit (whoa) She wanna drive the stick (yuh) And when she call me I might pick up (brr) I pull up on her, paint a picture (skrrt) I know you want me to be witcha (what) But, baby I can't take no pictures (bitch) She want Balmain (whoa) Baby them is small things I'm balling (huh) I might pull up when she calling (yuh) No small change Walking 'round with big rings (ice) She want Gucci, them is small things (yuh, yuh) She want red bottoms (red), But her boyfriend broke, can't cop it (can't cop it) She keep looking for the top, I drop it (skrrt) Broke niggas on the sideline watching (you watching) But I treat her better (better) Know I'm with whatever (whatever) We look good together (huh), Bitch I'm rich forever (rich) Shawty way too bougie, you can't pull up on her (can't pull up on her) Fuck that pussy two times, that bitch drippin' on me (drip, drip) Why you talkin' racks? I got them hunnids on me (Got them hunnids on me) She want double CC, I might ball on her (what) No small thing (what), these Amiri, She want Balmain (she want Balmain) Why her nigga took her phone? Now he calling (now he calling) My bih salty (salty) She be on me (she be on me) Took yo girl and now you lonely (huh) And when she call me I might pick up (brr) I pull up on her, paint a picture (skrrt) I know you want me to be witcha (what) But, baby I can't take no pictures (bitch) She want Balmain (whoa) Baby them is small things I'm balling (huh) I might pull up when she calling (yuh) No small change Walking 'round with big rings (ice) She want Gucci, them is small things (yuh, yuh)

Unexpected things are beautiful Unexpected things are beautiful You probably didn't expect to get this Unexpected things are beautiful

I'll be a fool when the suns out Burn you a fire when you burn out And give you the future you gave away And give you my youth for some million days I'll do all these things for you Take what's broken make it new Yesterdays gone yeah it went away I've been lost but I'm here today I'll do all these things for you I'll be the drug that you can't buy I'll tell you the truth when it's all lies hey I'll give you the future you gave away I'll give you my youth for some million days I'll do all these things for you Take what's broken make it new Yesterdays gone yeah it went away I've been lost but I'm here today I'll do all these things for you Something to trust for the first time oh Making it up for the last nights Sucks to love when you just lie oh A couple of years and I'll have your soul and I I'll do all these things for you hey Take what's broken and make it new Yesterdays gone yeah it went away I've been lost but I'm here today I'll do all these things for you I'll do all these things for you I'll do all these things for you

When you're big and troubles seem so far You put your belly up to the bar Squint your eyes, you can almost miss the dirt You tell yourself it couldn't hurt But when you're small You can't walk down the hall When you're small You're not very big at all When you're low, you reach a certain point Where you can't really see the point You can try, but you can't see eye to eye Yet when you're low then you really know But when you're high It's easier to fight When you're high You don't have to know why When you're small You don't have very far to fall When you're small You feel like you belong When you're small You can curl into a ball When you're small No you're not very big at all

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