Detergent

Lyrics

[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 [Chorus: Wretch 32 & Tiny Boost] 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 (Ayy, look) [Verse 2: Tiny Boost] I ain't have a future, I was marchin' on a madness No rumours, my shooters why them caskets getting carried, yeah Think of my Janazah while I'm prayin' in that Masjid Lord forgive me for my sins that I committed with this ratchet 'Cause I burnt hella bridges up They know that we them sharks, now they gon' learn fi swim with us Fuck your top five, me and your favourites ain't similar I've survived bangouts on the block and big brawls in that prison yard Welcome to this thing of ours I ain't in the mob, I was in the 'narm Probably say "Peckham" when they read my palms It's like I got knocked out the way, I'm in this Wraith and I'm seein' stars No Lion King, you see my heart, you gon' see a scar Bars over heads like the DLR Scratchin' out these hoes like I keyed a car I ain't Japanese, but I'll karate chop a ki' in half and serve it for certain I'm a dope boy, washin' up this money, no detergent, for real [Chorus: Wretch 32] 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