Yasmin - Young Guns lyrics

[Verse 1: 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, k**ing 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 up [Hook: Yasmin] And the feeling of thunder Storming from my hunger And I'm travelling higher Should we 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 stops cause I'ma fight Every young gun [Verse 2: Griminal] Yeah, me and Devlin young gunning Skunk bunning, delete you with one bu*ton If you don't know somebody best tell them I turn their head red like Ed Sheeran I already went heaven, let's get them I'll better them in 10 seconds Since I got a holla back like Gwen Steffans Follow that because I'm trend setting (?) you get better instead of gettin' the message I put in less of the effort I'm still better than most Come around try bread, all you'll be getting is toast I've been ten out of ten from eleven years old (?) but I left him alone I'm back for the title like I'm living at home See me at the O2, no gas ting(?) Know that I'm coming up next like Yasmin [Hook] [Verse 3: Devlin] Young guns I'm a young gun like a brand new weapon I'm outstanding (?) and tell them what I reckon To be a part of the arsenal present You'd have to be better than Devlin, Yasmin, Griminal and Edders So in that case forget it If you don't make the cut like a radio edit You'll get left beheaded then deaded When Devs takes you out like a direct debit One, I runaway for a minute of two But now I'm back in the booth I got ‘em all pissed like I poured Cognac on the tune I ain't nobody's sun cause I stand on the moon Young guns full of cla** A lines that'll heighten your mood (?) Like chasin' spirals with a spoon You're not safe like a baby inside of the womb Every time we arrive in the room [Hook]