"More Fire, More Flamez" lyrics
Wretch 32 & Avelino Lyrics
(More fire)
(Fire)
(More fire)
This is young fire, old flame
Now we gotta give 'em, more flames
Pure, propane
Let it burn 'til we kill the whole game, go again
This is young, old flame
Now we gotta give 'em, more flames
Pure, propane
Let it burn 'til we kill the whole game, go again
I cross fire on the page like I'm Malorie Blackman
I'm playin' Amy in the wine house, now Valerie's back
Small-minded if you want me to clash
My uncle's battlin' with cancer, I was too busy battlin' that
It's from the heart when it's done for the fam
For my mother robbin' P out to pay bill with Jack and the lads
My young gunner, he's the man of the match
He's my star nine player, he don't even want a pat on the back
So every now and then, you gotta make a man know
You're in here already with the secondhand smoke
Likkle Jon Snow, the way I take a man's throne
Gave my diamonds to my queen, now my palace turn home
I find my attire over Savile, I'm grown
Cah man ah star, so me haffi sat on my throne
And when they bang juj, we give them pepper and salt
And make 'em know the Lord is my shepherd and goat, so it go
Woah, this is young, old flame
Now we gotta give 'em, more flames
Pure, propane
Let it burn 'til we kill the whole game, go again
This is young fire, old flame
Now we gotta give 'em, more flames
Pure, propane
Let it burn 'til we kill the whole game, go again
It's been about ten years and my desire's still burnin'
Raised here, although I grew up in the church, mum
Probably felt that fire in her belly at my birth cah
When her son came up, the boy started lightin' up the world
I need a Golden Globe the way I got my act together
We went on tour, it put us on the map together
They were callin' me the boy, so I gave them acapella
Saw panoramic views from a Porsche Panamera
Back when all I had was drive
Before they spun my music or started wheelin' up my lines
I did a U-turn, guess I was on the road to realign
The direction I was headed had me blinded by the lights
And the streets made us wanna rap with white, Mike Skinner
In a race where they tell you, "Drive, cry your eyes, nigga"
From the scale to the chart, when they saw us climbin' up
They tried to put us out, but that just ignited us, go again
This is young fire, old flame
Now we gotta give 'em, more flames
Pure, propane
Let it burn 'til we kill the whole game, go again
This is young, old flame
Now we gotta give 'em, more flames
Pure, propane
Let it burn 'til we kill the whole game, go again
Make we buss some flames
We never aim now when we ah bun
Workin' like a slave, but me come in a custom chain
And I had a Date just when we had just some tings
For the bus stood in the rain
Now the mandem all buss champagne
I'm in a Range and it come with a custom plate
Hole in the roof, roof, that's where the roof get raised
This is young, old flame
Now we gotta give 'em, more flames
Pure, propane
Let it burn 'til we kill the whole game, go again
This is young fire, old flame
Now we gotta give 'em, more flames
Pure, propane
Let it burn 'til we kill the whole game
(Fire)
(More fire)
This is young fire, old flame
Now we gotta give 'em, more flames
Pure, propane
Let it burn 'til we kill the whole game, go again
This is young, old flame
Now we gotta give 'em, more flames
Pure, propane
Let it burn 'til we kill the whole game, go again
I cross fire on the page like I'm Malorie Blackman
I'm playin' Amy in the wine house, now Valerie's back
Small-minded if you want me to clash
My uncle's battlin' with cancer, I was too busy battlin' that
It's from the heart when it's done for the fam
For my mother robbin' P out to pay bill with Jack and the lads
My young gunner, he's the man of the match
He's my star nine player, he don't even want a pat on the back
So every now and then, you gotta make a man know
You're in here already with the secondhand smoke
Likkle Jon Snow, the way I take a man's throne
Gave my diamonds to my queen, now my palace turn home
I find my attire over Savile, I'm grown
Cah man ah star, so me haffi sat on my throne
And when they bang juj, we give them pepper and salt
And make 'em know the Lord is my shepherd and goat, so it go
Woah, this is young, old flame
Now we gotta give 'em, more flames
Pure, propane
Let it burn 'til we kill the whole game, go again
This is young fire, old flame
Now we gotta give 'em, more flames
Pure, propane
Let it burn 'til we kill the whole game, go again
It's been about ten years and my desire's still burnin'
Raised here, although I grew up in the church, mum
Probably felt that fire in her belly at my birth cah
When her son came up, the boy started lightin' up the world
I need a Golden Globe the way I got my act together
We went on tour, it put us on the map together
They were callin' me the boy, so I gave them acapella
Saw panoramic views from a Porsche Panamera
Back when all I had was drive
Before they spun my music or started wheelin' up my lines
I did a U-turn, guess I was on the road to realign
The direction I was headed had me blinded by the lights
And the streets made us wanna rap with white, Mike Skinner
In a race where they tell you, "Drive, cry your eyes, nigga"
From the scale to the chart, when they saw us climbin' up
They tried to put us out, but that just ignited us, go again
This is young fire, old flame
Now we gotta give 'em, more flames
Pure, propane
Let it burn 'til we kill the whole game, go again
This is young, old flame
Now we gotta give 'em, more flames
Pure, propane
Let it burn 'til we kill the whole game, go again
Make we buss some flames
We never aim now when we ah bun
Workin' like a slave, but me come in a custom chain
And I had a Date just when we had just some tings
For the bus stood in the rain
Now the mandem all buss champagne
I'm in a Range and it come with a custom plate
Hole in the roof, roof, that's where the roof get raised
This is young, old flame
Now we gotta give 'em, more flames
Pure, propane
Let it burn 'til we kill the whole game, go again
This is young fire, old flame
Now we gotta give 'em, more flames
Pure, propane
Let it burn 'til we kill the whole game
