Lyrics:
Took the third time before I finally caught her name (Uh)
Held it with the clarity of Autumn rain
It's the morning, the rain stop falling and your girls stopped calling
But you're hoping that she calls again (Uh)
Says she hates men and that we're all the same
I'm with somebody else, I'll probably let it fall to flame
But with her, it's like we share the same sort of brain
So I dial her up and see if I can let a fool explain
And she's the only one I'm holding when the day's cold
And her's the only place I'm headed when the day's old
Like when the day's young, we travelled every place
Told, create a move on the move and leave our place sold (Aye)
'Cause' she's the one I thought I'd never meet
Two left feet on the leather street (Uh)
Joy started pinging off a better beat
Right now, it's better than it's ever been
True

[Chorus]
Uh, my french vanilla butter pecan
Bouncing back and forth every weekend (Uh)
Smooth like the change of the season
Break up, we ain't need a reason to
Uh, my french vanilla butter pecan
Bouncing back and forth every weekend (Uh)
Smooth like the change of the season
Break up never be a reason

[Verse 2]
Uh, you say you'll get your coat, I say I'll get it for ya
Checking all your pockets probably the paranoia (Uhh)
Getting close, obvious that I adore ya
One false move and we're history, call me Mr Moyer
Maybe you're genuine, maybe I should let you in
Maybe I should focus on myself and get to shed this skin
Or maybe not
You're half-hearted like the melanin
And living off this shit that this success can bring
They don't know the stress it brings, uh
Even though the mess I'm in
Two mortgages, you even know the debt I'm in
Suttin', suttin', I can't get away with anything
Like my phone blings and I let it ring, right now
I wrote the first verse I've written in weeks
Manager belling my phone but I don't wanna' speak, It's peak (Uh)
Reject call, message at the beep
Select all and then press delete
Peace

[Chorus]
Uh, my french vanilla butter pecan
Bouncing back and forth every weekend (Uh)
Smooth like the change of the season
Break up, we ain't need a reason to
Uh, my french vanilla butter pecan
Bouncing back and forth every weekend (Uh)
Smooth like the change of the season
Break up never be a reason

[Post-Chorus]
My French vanilla butter pecan
Bouncing back and forth every weekend
My French vanilla butter pecan
Bouncing back and forth every weekend

[Outro: converation between Loyle Carner and a taxi driver]
Son of the taxi driver: A video on youtube or something
Taxi driver: Okay
Son: Yeah, Oh my god, can you take a picture, yeah?
Taxi driver: Alright, I will
Son: Alright then, bye guys
Taxi driver: Later, bye
Son: Thanks, and your music's amazing!
Loyle Carner: Thank you very much
He sounds like a sweet boy man, yeah good boy
He's lucky to have a good dad like you as well
Not many people have that, you know
(Ottolenghi plays)
Loyle Carner: So what you think then?
Taxi driver: Uh?
Loyle Carner: What you think then?
Taxi driver: Yeah it's cool, man
Loyle Carner: Thank you, bruv

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