[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 n***as 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 n***as 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