Fire

Morning, Angel

I miss you, though

I like really really really miss you

I don't really know why I miss you

'Cause I don't even see you

But I don't know I miss you

Uh oh woah yeah, Uh oh woah woaah yeah

Baby, I was born to ride, you say you like them certified

Well baby, I'm the rough type, kiss you in the coupe with my nine and blow your mind yeah

Take you on a holiday and I ain't talking no central place

Come we roll up in the slum, wear your hair boom bam, drink shots and blow our mind

Cos baby I'm addicted, and I ain't gonna lie I'm tryna hit this

And baby you can witness that I'm a rude boy, are you twisted?

Even though I sing, I'm loading up fire (fire fire, fire fire)

So violate me or my team, I'm loading up fire (fire fire, fire fire)

Baby, I was born to ride, you say you like them versatile

Well baby I'm the nuts type, listen to the Bee Gees then put on some Giggs all night yeah

Take you on a private date, and I ain't talking no private place

Come, we roll up to my house where my mum cooks fish, rice, peas, is that okay?

Cos baby I'm addicted, and I ain't gonna lie I'm tryna hit this

And baby you can witness that I'm a rude boy, are you twisted?

Even though I sing, I'm loading up fire (fire fire, fire fire)

So violate me or my team, I'm loading up fire (fire fire, fire fire)