More Fire, More Flamez versuri

Versuri Wretch 32 & Avelino – More Fire, More Flamez lyrics

(Oi!) Oi, more fire (Oi!), fire.
(Oi!) Oi, more fire (Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!).

This is Young Fire, Old Flame,
now we gotta give ‘em (More Fire), more flames.
Pure fire, propane,
let it burn till we kill the whole game, go again.

This is Young Fire, Old Flame,
now we gotta give ‘em more fire, more flames.
Pure fire, propane,
let it burn till we-

I cross fire on the page like I’m Mallory Black,
I play Amy in the wine house, now Valerie’s back.
Small-minded if you want me to clash,
my uncle’s battling with cancer, we’re too busy battling that.

It’s from the heart when it’s done for the fam,
for my mother, robbing Peter to pay Paul with Jack and the lad.
Young gunner, he’s a 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 mek a man know,
you inhale already with the second hand smoke.
Likkle Jon Snow the way I tek a man’s throne,
gave my diamonds to my queen, now my palace turned home.

I find attire over Saville, I’m grown,
‘cah man are star so me haffi satin my robe.
And when they bang juj, we give them pepper and salt,
and mek ‘em know the Lord is my shepherd and goat.
So it go, woah.

This is Young Fire, Old Flame,
now we gotta give ‘em (More Fire), more flames.
Pure fire, propane,
let it burn till we kill the whole game, go again.

This is Young Fire, Old Flame,
now we gotta give ‘em more fire, more flames.
Pure fire, propane,
let it burn till we-

It’s been about 10 years and my desire’s still burning,
raised hell, though 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 lighting up the world.

I need a Golden Globe the way I got my act together,
we were on tour, it put up on the map together.
They were calling me the voice so I gave them a cappallas,
saw panoramic views from a Porsche Panamera,

Back when all I had was drive,
before they spun my music or started wheeling 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 wrap white, Mike Skinner,
in a race where they tell you dry cry your eyes, nigga.
From the scale to the chart where they saw us climbing,
and 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 Fire), more flames.
Pure fire, propane,
let it burn till we kill the whole game, go again.

This is Young Fire, Old Flame,
now we gotta give ‘em more fire, more flames.
Pure fire, propane,
let it burn till we kill the whole game, go again.