Paroles de la chanson Chiltern Firehouse par Fakemink

[fakemink]
I made a promise to myself, know I gotta do better
No more runnin' 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 runnin' 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

[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 drugs
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

[fakemink]
I made a promise to myself, know I gotta do better
No more runnin' 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 runnin' 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
(Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin')

[Skepta]
I made a promise to myself, this year I need more patience
No more runnin' 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 Donatella
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 grindin' in the cold snow like Cucurella
I'm in Spain for some hotter weather
Was in the hood losin' shoes like Cinderella
So every day I thank God I found purpose

[fakemink]
I made a promise to myself, no more fuckin' about
No more friends at the house I said, "Fuck goin' out"

I feel like Ian, I'm a sicko, man, I'm burning it down
Chiltern Firehouse, bitch, I'm burning it down
I made a promise to myself, no more fuckin' about
No more friends at the house I said, "Fuck goin' out"
I feel like Ian, I'm a sicko, man, I'm burning it down
Chiltern Firehouse, bitch, I'm burning it down