Still
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Been here for a while still
Here from the mother land still
Find it hard to run or be still
Deep in my headphones still
Ahh still
Need to call my brother back still
Sitting on a landline still
Thinking that I've got time still
And I act how i think you think you think of me
Until I forget what you believe
'Til I forget what you see in me
And I start acting accordingly
Accordingly, accordingly, I act accordingly
Disorderly, accordingly
Disorderly
And if you really love me don't
And if you really love me woah
I've got some issue they won't go
Love is like a precious stone
And I don't want to be consoled
But I really love you oh
I know I just confuse you woah
But still I really love you though
Been here for a while still
Here from the mother land still
Find it hard to run or be still
Deep in my headphones still
Ahh still
Need to call my brother back still
Sitting on a landline still
Thinking that Ive got time still
Just come back from my therapist
Wouldn't recommend it
I opened up too much
Book in every sentence
I don't need an analyst
To tell me I'm an anarchist
I just need some love, hug and a kiss
You niggas known me all my life don't act awkwardly
The fame shit changed shit
I just acted accordingly
We was fam formally
Used to hang normally
One day we'll all grow apart
That's ordinary
All of my niggas from similar shit
Villages not many privileges
Parents immigrants limited things
But were British where the ignorance live
But I'm still a man of my community
Dodging these landmines
In the lands of opportunity
Nanny had a plan
And that was land over jewellery
I'm so clarke Imma go hard
Till your standing by my graveside
Handing over eulogies
Been here for a while still
Here from the mother land still
Find it hard to run or be still
Deep in my headphones still
Ahh still
Need to call my brother back still
Sitting on a landline still
Thinking that Ive got time still
Been here for a while still
Here from the mother land
Sad about yourself, don't be sad about us, no
This world, this is cold
This world, it's still cold
This world, it's still cold
This world, it's still cold
This world that I know
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Been here for a while still
Here from the mother land still
Find it hard to run or be still
Deep in my headphones still
Ahh still
Need to call my brother back still
Sitting on a landline still
Thinking that I've got time still
And I act how i think you think you think of me
Until I forget what you believe
'Til I forget what you see in me
And I start acting accordingly
Accordingly, accordingly, I act accordingly
Disorderly, accordingly
Disorderly
And if you really love me don't
And if you really love me woah
I've got some issue they won't go
Love is like a precious stone
And I don't want to be consoled
But I really love you oh
I know I just confuse you woah
But still I really love you though
Been here for a while still
Here from the mother land still
Find it hard to run or be still
Deep in my headphones still
Ahh still
Need to call my brother back still
Sitting on a landline still
Thinking that Ive got time still
Just come back from my therapist
Wouldn't recommend it
I opened up too much
Book in every sentence
I don't need an analyst
To tell me I'm an anarchist
I just need some love, hug and a kiss
You niggas known me all my life don't act awkwardly
The fame shit changed shit
I just acted accordingly
We was fam formally
Used to hang normally
One day we'll all grow apart
That's ordinary
All of my niggas from similar shit
Villages not many privileges
Parents immigrants limited things
But were British where the ignorance live
But I'm still a man of my community
Dodging these landmines
In the lands of opportunity
Nanny had a plan
And that was land over jewellery
I'm so clarke Imma go hard
Till your standing by my graveside
Handing over eulogies
Been here for a while still
Here from the mother land still
Find it hard to run or be still
Deep in my headphones still
Ahh still
Need to call my brother back still
Sitting on a landline still
Thinking that Ive got time still
Been here for a while still
Here from the mother land
Sad about yourself, don't be sad about us, no
This world, this is cold
This world, it's still cold
This world, it's still cold
This world, it's still cold
This world that I know
Credits
Writer(s): James Mcmorrow, Tyrone Jermaine Carter, Justin Jude Samuel Clarke, Sampha Lahai Sisay, Kwesi Sey
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