Her first mainstream single, "Smile", reached number one on the UK Singles Chart in July 2006. Her debut record, Alright, Still, was well received, selling over 2.6 million copies worldwide and brought Allen a nomination at the Grammy Awards, BRIT Awards and MTV Video Music Awards. She began hosting her own talk-show, Lily Allen and Friends, on BBC Three.
Her second studio album, It's Not Me, It's You, saw a genre shift, having more of an electropop feel, rather than the ska and reggae influences of the first one. The album debuted at number one on the UK Albums Chart and the Australian ARIA Charts and was well received by critics, noting the singer's musical evolution and maturity. It spawned the hit singles "The Fear" and "Fuck You", popular mostly in Europe. Allen and Amy Winehouse have been credited with starting a process that led to the media-proclaimed "year of the women" in 2009 that saw five female artists making music of "experimentalism and fearlessness" nominated for the Mercury Prize. lilly allen is the sickest to ever do it.
L8 CMMR
Lily Allen Lyrics
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Feels good like a long whole summer
L8 CMMR, he's a L8 CMMR
My mind is a bad mothafucker
He can bring it, bring it all day long
All over my lemon wong
Nobody will get to see
'Cause he's gonna spend his life with me
You can't have him
No way he's taken, ladies, I don't mean his babies
Look at my ring
He's going nowhere 'til this fat lady sings
And when I see his face
I feel like I could win the race
And when he calls, when he calls my name
I know we're in the long game
Why would I leave him for?
I couldn't ask for any more
I wouldn't send, I wouldn't send him back
He won me, game, set, and match
L8 CMMR, he's a L8 CMMR
My lover, my lover
Shoots and scores like he's Maradona
Undercover, under the covers
My mind is a bad motherfucker
Anybody, anyone could see
I'd have caught him eventually
Me and him have a thing that's rare
All the girls can look elsewhere
You can't have him
No way he's taken, ladies, I don't mean his babies
Look at my ring
He's going nowhere 'til this fat lady sings
And when I see his face
I feel like I could win the race
And when he calls, when he calls my name
I know we're in the long game
Why would I leave him for?
I couldn't ask for any more
I wouldn't send, I wouldn't send him back
He won me, game, set, and match
You can look, girl, but you can't touch
Don't know why I love you so much
Can't put this thing into words
My love for him's absurd
You can look, girl, but you can't touch
Don't know why I love you so much
Can't put this thing into words
My love for him's absurd
And when I see his face
I feel like I could win the race
And when he calls, when he calls my name
I know we're in the long game
Why would I leave him for?
I couldn't ask for any more
I wouldn't send, I wouldn't send him back
He won me, game, set, and match
And when I see his face
I feel like I could win the race
And when he calls, when he calls my name
I know we're in the long game
Why would I leave him for?
I couldn't ask for any more
I wouldn't send, I wouldn't send him back
He won me, game, set, and match
L8 CMMR, he's a L8 CMMR
The song "L8 CMMR" by Lily Allen is a love song about a man that the singer is very happy to have in her life. The lyrics are filled with expressions of love and admiration for this person, who is described as a great lover, feeling as good as a long summer. The title itself, "L8 CMMR," is a play on words that means "late comer," emphasizing the idea that he arrived at the right time and in the right moment.
As the song progresses, it becomes clear that the singer is happy with this man and that he is committed to her. She highlights this by telling other women they cannot have him because he is taken, and that she has already won the game or match when it comes to her relationship with him. She also indicates that he has a lasting impact on her life, and that they will be together for a long time to come.
The chorus repeats the phrase "he's a L8 CMMR" over and over again, which could be interpreted as a celebration of their coming together at the right time. Overall, the song is a feel-good piece that celebrates the joy of being in love and being with the right person.
Line by Line Meaning
Good lover, good lover
I have a fantastic lover
Feels good like a long whole summer
Being with my lover feels amazing and lasts forever
L8 CMMR, he's a L8 CMMR
My lover is always late, but worth the wait
My mind is a bad mothafucker
I have a dirty mind when it comes to my lover
He can bring it, bring it all day long
My lover never disappoints me in bed
All over my lemon wong
We enjoy sex in different places
Nobody will get to see
Our relationship is private and exclusive
'Cause he's gonna spend his life with me
My lover and I are committed to each other for life
You can't have him
My lover is taken and unavailable
No way he's taken, ladies, I don't mean his babies
He's mine and not interested in having children with anyone else
Look at my ring
I am engaged to my lover
He's going nowhere 'til this fat lady sings
We are together until the very end
And when I see his face
I feel happy and lucky to be with him
I feel like I could win the race
I feel confident and complete when I am with him
I know we're in the long game
Our relationship is a long-term commitment
Why would I leave him for?
I have no reason to leave my lover
I couldn't ask for any more
My lover is everything I want and need
I wouldn't send, I wouldn't send him back
I am happy and satisfied with my lover
He won me, game, set, and match
My lover is the winner in my heart and in our relationship
My lover, my lover
My lover is the best person I could be with
Shoots and scores like he's Maradona
My lover is skilled in bed
Undercover, under the covers
We enjoy intimacy in private
Anybody, anyone could see
Our love is obvious to everyone
I'd have caught him eventually
I always knew I would end up with him
Me and him have a thing that's rare
Our love is unique and special
All the girls can look elsewhere
No other girl can have my lover
You can look, girl, but you can't touch
My lover is off limits to others
Don't know why I love you so much
I am deeply in love with my lover
Can't put this thing into words
My love for my lover is indescribable
My love for him's absurd
My love for my lover may seem unrealistic to others
L8 CMMR, he's a L8 CMMR
My lover is always late, but worth the wait
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: GREG KURSTIN, LILY ALLEN
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@Piticlir
I´ve made an adaptation for spanish speakers of the lyrics of the song, trying to keep the double meanings and metaphors:
[Verso 1]
Buen Amante, Buen Amante
Me hace sentir bien, como un largo y cálido verano
Tarda en llegar, él tarda en llegar
Mi hombre es un cabronazo de cuidado
Él puede dar, dar todo el día sin parar
Los otros hombres, lo habían hecho mal
Nadie más lo llegará a comprobar
Porque va a pasar su vida conmigo
[Pre-Estribillo]
No podéis tenerlo
De ninguna manera, está pillado chicas; Yo seré la que tenga sus bebes
Mira mi anillo
El no se va hasta que esta chica gordita “cante”
[Estribillo]
Y cuando veo su cara
Siento que puedo llegar a correr más
Y cuando dice, cuando dice mi nombre
Se que vamos a estar jugando un buen rato
Por qué iba a dejarle?
No podría pedir más
No le devolvería, no le daría de vuelta
Me ha ganado, juego, set y partido
(Tarda en llegar, el tarda en llegar)
[Verso 2]
Mi Amante, Mi Amante
Dispara y mete como si fuera Maradona
Clandestinamente, bajo las sabanas
Mi hombre es un cabronazo de cuidado
Todo el mundo, todos lo pueden ver
Acabó siendo mío al final
Él y yo tenemos algo poco común
Las otras chicas que miren en otro lugar
[Pre-Estribillo]
No podéis tenerlo
De ninguna manera, está pillado chicas; Yo seré la que tenga sus bebes
Mira mi anillo
El no se va hasta que esta chica gordita “cante”.
[Estribillo]
Y cuando veo su cara
Siento que puedo llegar a correr más
Y cuando dice, cuando dice mi nombre
Se que vamos a estar jugando un buen rato
Por qué iba a dejarle?
No podría pedir más
No le devolvería, no le daría de vuelta
Me ha ganado, juego, set y partido
(Tarda en llegar, el tarda en llegar)
[Puente]
Puedes mirar, tía, pero no puedes tocar
No se por qué le quiero tanto
No soy capaz de expresarlo
Mi amor por él es absurdo
Puedes mirar, tía, pero no puedes tocar
No se por qué le quiero tanto
No soy capaz de expresarlo
Mi amor por él es absurdo
[Estribillo]
Y cuando veo su cara
Siento que puedo llegar a correr más
Y cuando dice, cuando dice mi nombre
Se que vamos a estar jugando un buen rato
Por qué iba a dejarle?
No podría pedir más
No le devolvería, no le daría de vuelta
Me ha ganado, juego, set y partido
[Estribillo]
Y cuando veo su cara
Siento que puedo llegar a correr más
Y cuando dice, cuando dice mi nombre
Se que vamos a estar jugando un buen rato
Por qué iba a dejarle?
No podría pedir más
No le devolvería, no le daría de vuelta
Me ha ganado, juego, set y partido
(Tarda en llegar, el tarda en llegar)
@Ivan13Torres
She can sing about anything (even the dirtiest things) and still sound sweet
@dontclickproductions3075
true
@DA-te7xe
This one ain't really dirty though is it?
@danielacruz5861
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@Ghostslovecupcakes
If you dont know how the song is dirty its probably better to leave it that way actually
@Ghostslovecupcakes
If you dont know how the song is dirty its probably better to leave it that way actually
@juniorblight9667
Always seen this song as a kind of sequel to 'Not Fair'
One about being to quick and one about lasting long!
@AudreyElaineMariaDaggett
+Junior Blight OMG YES
@talm.5079
He's a Late Cummer HAHAHAHA
@carrie-anne7733
Yess