Crazy Dream (feat. Loyle Carner) - Tom Misch & Poppy Ajudha

Explain yourself what you mean when you say half-caste Ah, listening to you with the keen half of my ear Ah, when I sleep at night, I close half a eye Consequently, I dream half a dream And when moon begin to glow, I half-caste human being Cast half a shadow Be afraid? Love more to make a visit than a poem Seek introductions, favors, influences No, thank you No, I thank you and again, I thank you Yeah, uh, small man cast a big shadow Ready and raggo, heart stay dodging from the arrow Skin of my teeth, late nights I was paro Sweet to the bone, to the marrow, the marshmallow Yeah, wonder why the waters so shallow The sun was my ally, the night was my gallows Uh, cooking up the chips in the tallow Invisibility cloak like the hallows Black like tobacco, black like the lungs that my dad Smoked away in the days that the hate stayed narrow I'm from the age where the hate seems macro We keep a little oil in the Afro, The Black Sparrow Hit the high seas, straight like sopranos The streets still hot like serrano, saran wrap Around the bad taps, so we had to grab the hose Let the cold water flow over man's nose Yeah, I'm black like the key on the piano White like the keys on the piano, low ammo Uh, black like the key on the piano White like the key on the piano Fascinated by the pyramids, masquerading as the infamous Reminisce thirteen, backflipping and ninja kicks Was emceeing but no one getting me into this Been emceeing since I found out this shit exists This shit that fills the pain as the wisdom spits Out of the ink and drip, the feels of the wings unclipped The beats I ripped 'til I got sent a batch of my own Now I let the speakers bang out your home Uh, and let the words flow out my dome As a spoken poem, let it levitate your zone I'm the homegrown preacher, the creeper, Thai, not sativa But these days I wouldn't smoke either S-O-B-E-R, I take a breather Pink lungs, yo, I got my mind looking cleaner The deep sleeper, ayo, I came back sweeter Can't lie, I'm still afraid of grim reaper Uh, put another verse into the ether I hit the corner, giving 20 pounds to Peter It's like that, key on the piano Black like the key on the piano, no ammo Ayo, I'm white like the key on the piano Black like the key on the piano, no ammo When Tchaikovsky sit down at the piano And mix a black key with the white key Is a half-caste symphony