[Chorus: Wretch 32 & Youngs Teflon]
Burnin' down the bridges for certain, yeah
Who can't swim, hope you're learnin', yeah
Times like these go for worship
Father God know I'm deservin'
Washin' the machine with detergent, yeah
Can't clean my sins with no Persil, yeah
Times like these go for worship
But I don't think forgivin' is worth it (Uh-huh)
[Verse 1: Youngs Teflon]
Ghost ride the ringer while I'm loading up this coin, I'm a piggy bank
I don't vote for Labour, I'm just stackin' up these milli' bands (Uh-uh)
Couldn't hack the Mac when I was young 'cause I had little hands
Now I'm the one the youngers call for readies when them thingies land
Never had a genie, I was wonderin' like Alice
Bag of Cali' buds in a chalice
Pushin' packs out the T without no malice
Academy of members, but we never went to Harris
Kitties in the fiends' house, we was having rock nation lunch
That's way before a Roc Nation brunch
Had lookouts in the high-rise towers, not the Trumps
This coke came in pellets like the pump (Now what you say, Youngs?)
I left them niggas cah they bunny rabbits
I seen a lot of static (Too much)
I'm Roger Federer, this a proper racket (Brrt)
This song here for my niggas in dispersal
'Cause all the dirt we done, you couldn't wash up with no Persil
Burnin' down the bridges for certain, yeah
Who can't swim, hope you're learnin', yeah
Times like these go for worship
Father God know I'm deservin'
Washin' the machine with detergent, yeah
Can't clean my sins with no Persil, yeah
Times like these go for worship
But I don't think forgivin' is worth it (Uh-huh)
[Verse 1: Youngs Teflon]
Ghost ride the ringer while I'm loading up this coin, I'm a piggy bank
I don't vote for Labour, I'm just stackin' up these milli' bands (Uh-uh)
Couldn't hack the Mac when I was young 'cause I had little hands
Now I'm the one the youngers call for readies when them thingies land
Never had a genie, I was wonderin' like Alice
Bag of Cali' buds in a chalice
Pushin' packs out the T without no malice
Academy of members, but we never went to Harris
Kitties in the fiends' house, we was having rock nation lunch
That's way before a Roc Nation brunch
Had lookouts in the high-rise towers, not the Trumps
This coke came in pellets like the pump (Now what you say, Youngs?)
I left them niggas cah they bunny rabbits
I seen a lot of static (Too much)
I'm Roger Federer, this a proper racket (Brrt)
This song here for my niggas in dispersal
'Cause all the dirt we done, you couldn't wash up with no Persil
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