Lyrics

Come on you know This ain't a joke Its real life It ain't for show You run your mouth I'll slap ya face No apology I'm old school mate When i come through Dilly on that 1-2 Say what i feel like and thats rare these days I aint plant based But i'm gonna harvest Mow down every single UK artists You know the score We on the tour Big big bad Got me feeling raw I heard ya song I heard ya jam Made me so sick Change the song quick Fire fire in a burning drum Fire fire in a burning drum now You're sick but you're such a prick But you're my friend so we don't back down Konnichiwa You know i know I watched them blow Then watched them blow Don't worry though They cant keep a good man down as much as they'd like to 6 in the morning Man are all brawling Everyones clinging to the state that they're all in The crowd go bupbupbup Then its a banger Props to the DJ for loading up a banger Fire fire in a burning drum Fire fire in a burning drum now You're sick but you're such a prick But you're my friend so we don't back down Don't let them say The streets ain't paved With lots of gold - i know they are I'm on a tip A ragga tip I'm lost in space When the bassline drops Yeah we're skanking Dancing and banking Back in the 03 The city made Mowgli Chop suey coz the system is down And i can't feel my face till the fucking beat sound like Fire fire in a burning drum Fire fire in a burning drum now You're sick but you're such a prick But you're my friend so we don't back down
Writer(s): Zachary Charles Skinner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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