Young Guns (Feat. Ed Sheeran, Yasmin, Griminal & Devlin)
[Ed Sheeran] They call me young gun like I was a pistol in the primary Speaking codes no binary Irony, is that I don’t have a beautiful mind at all I’m not tired at all There’s no time to pause Deep thought, with my feet sore from walking Not a lot of money for a cheap Porsche Though I don’t drive but I’m known by the guys That are designed to make you go hype Like Devlin & Grim with the chilling chilling Bring Yasmin for the singing, killing
And I’m keeping the melody where it better be I’m deadly and readily burning within the evergreen of enemies Higher than a feather with Amphetamines Only my head top could be ahead of me Voice hoarse but guess what? It’s never Ketamine Making noise from Brent Cross Head in the hedge tops Giving up my soul again for the guest spot Four young guns in London When we’re coming When we’re coming Are we coming Are we coming
[Yasmin]
And I'm feeling the thunder Stick me from the hunger And I’m traveling higher Shouldn't wake up the fire That’s why they call me a young gun And now my name is getting bigger Press the music like a trigger Every young gun And now my field just looking brighter Never stop cause I’m a fighter Every young gun ...