Chiltern Firehouse Lyrics – fakemink, Skepta

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[Chorus: fakemink]
I made a promise to myself, know I gotta do better
No more running outta money in that bad, bad weather
I still feel ya, even though we’re not together
Is this real love? ‘Cause I never felt better
I made a promise to myself, know I gotta do better
No more running outta money in that bad, bad weather
I still feel ya, even though we’re not together
Is this real love? ‘Cause I never felt better, no

[Verse 1: fakemink]
Miss feeling T-shirt to T-shirt
But, so what? ‘Cause she’s hurt and he’s hurt
Man, I never regret, I just reverse
Twenty-two hundred for the T-shirt
When we met, I had rips where my knees were
Now I got a cat scratch and it don’t hurt
NYC is the city of love
Without you, just feels like the city of drügs
You know I pray for your sis and I pray for your mum
I pray for a kiss and I pray for a hug
I prayed for a mil’ and there it was
But I blew that whole ting in a month

[Chorus: fakemink]
I made a promise to myself, know I gotta do better
No more running outta money in that bad, bad weather
I still feel ya, even though we’re not together
Is this real love? ‘Cause I never felt better
I made a promise to myself, know I gotta do better
No more running outta money in that bad, bad weather
I still feel ya, even though we’re not together
Is this real love? ‘Cause I never felt better, no
(Running, running, running, running, running, running)

[Verse 2: Skepta]
I made a promise to myself, this year I need more patience

No more running from difficult conversations
I can’t let my anxiety get the better of me
‘Cause communication leads to revelation
Like when I dropped “Reflecting”, that was my liberation
Microphone champion, the coldest on the station
Grew up on land, got away from the paigons
Dom Pérignon, it’s a special occasion
I can afford to get high, I make a lot of cheddar, mozzarella
Can’t feel my face like Donatello
I’m not a Rothschild or a Rockefeller
But me and my family made a lot together
It’s a lot of pressure, I was grinding in the cold snow like Cucurella
I’m in Spain for some hotter weather
Was in the hood losing shoes like Cinderella
So every day I thank God I found purpose

[Chorus: fakemink]
I made a promise to myself, no more fu*king about
No more friends at the house I said, “Fu*k going out”
I feel like Ian, I’m a sicko, man, I’m burning it down
Chiltern Firehouse, b!tch, I’m burning it down
I made a promise to myself, no more fu*king about
No more friends at the house I said, “Fu*k going out”
I feel like Ian, I’m a sicko, man, I’m burning it down
Chiltern Firehouse, b!tch, I’m burning it down