- published: 23 Apr 2015
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Mark Kermode (born 2 July 1963) is an English film critic, musician and a member of the British Academy of Film and Television Arts. He contributes to Sight and Sound magazine, The Observer newspaper and BBC Radio 5 Live, where he presents Kermode and Mayo's Film Reviews with Simon Mayo on Friday afternoons. He also co-presents the BBC Two arts programme The Culture Show and discusses other branches of the arts for the BBC Two programme Newsnight Review. Kermode writes and presents a film-related video blog for the BBC.
Kermode, born Mark Fairey in Barnet, North London, England, attended Haberdashers' Aske's Boys' School, an independent boys' school in Elstree, a few years ahead of comedians Sacha Baron Cohen, Matt Lucas and David Baddiel and in the same year as actor Jason Isaacs. He was raised as a Methodist, and is now a member of the Church of England.
Mark Fairey's parents divorced when he was in his early 20s and he subsequently changed his surname to his GP mother's maiden name by deed poll. (Neither of them is related to the literary critic Frank Kermode.)
Yeah, that's my sunshine right there, ha ha
(You, you got)
(You, you got)
I get girls all around the word
But I ain't got one that got all that, all that
(You, you, got)
Sumtin' that'll make me come home
Tell my girl that I love her but I'm never coming back, ha
(You, you, got)
What we call that sunshine, sunshine
Get a, get it one time, make me hook
(You, you, got)
What we call that sunshine, sunshine
When he be walking wit' his girl
A nigga gotta look, gotta look
(You, you, got)
What you hear me talkin' 'bout
You just ain't gon find out
Walkin' round in somebody's club
Now she's sayin' her house
But when she hit the scene
Shawty, do it so mean
And everybody round is affected by the being
Man, I'm talkin' real hot even if you get a shot
Everythin' else you got, will totally be forgot
You can see it in her face, you can see it in her shape
Nigga's see it and immediately go pull out a key
Way before they get the sex, go start spendin' checks
Broke ones send her flowers, rich nigga's sendin' jets
Man the behind on her, shawty got a mind on her
Independent wit' it, baby girl got a grind on her
All that'll make you fall, all that'll make you ball
Run up in the mall, damn near try to buy it all
So if you got a wife, and some kids at home
Might as well go head and make [unverified]
I get girls all around the word
But I ain't got one that got all that, all that
(You, you, got)
Sumtin' that'll make me come home
Tell my girl that I love her but I'm never coming back, ha
(You, you, got)
What we call that sunshine, sunshine
Get a, get it one time, make me hook
(You, you, got)
What we call that sunshine, sunshine
When he be walking wit' his girl
A nigga gotta look, gotta look
(You, you, got)
To me it ain't nothin' like gotta have every night
Shawty, keep it real tight, make it feel real right
Just what I be lookin' for, leave me feenin' wantin' more
In the dictionary, she body by the word, 'Woah'
I just love ya style, drive a nigga wild
Brighten up my day, you make me wanna smile
I just wanna fell your touch, to me girl you're so much
Knew that you would shine from the first time that we crushed
The room was so dark, back had a mean arch
Through me apart and from the start, took a nigga's heart
Girl, I think you the best and I probably need a rest
'Cause I ain't stopped since I seen you and you said, yes
I never told you this, but the juiciness of your lips
Got me crazy that's why I love to kiss
You, it's true, got your boy in a twist