Detergent

[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