Devlin, Labrinth, Ed Sheeran - No Church In The Wild Radio 1 Live Lounge lyrics

Human beings in a mob
What’s a mob to a king?
What’s a king to a god?
What’s a god to a non-believer
Who don’t believe in anything?
We make it out alive all right, all right
No church in the wild

Blood stains on North London floors
Peace to every young person taken by the law
The police equivalent of Raoul Moat
Is at your door
They've got machine guns and now they're
Ending lives like it was war
I still get asked for ID for cigarettes at 23
But at eighteen
They send the kids abroad and
Give 'em the licence to kill
Tell them to ride but it's still
If that was me and you
We'd see the rest of the life in the ville
With no uphill, so I tell you how I feel
'Cause everything I see is lies
So sick it makes me ill
OT from old thugs that run tills
Who on drugs
Or on mils with a house up in the hill
I'm tryna follow suit with the latter
To everybody in a manor
If I can be a famous rapper
Then you truly will
Break the mould if you wanna
But, I ain't no one to follow
I'm just a road kid
With a little more of a passion and honour
So

Human beings in a mob (In a mob)
What's a mob to a king? (Not much)
What's a king to a god? (yeah)
What's a god to a non-believer
Who don't believe in anything?
We make it out alive all right, all right
No church in the wild
(Tell 'em, Labs, tell 'em, Labs, tell 'em
Labs)

I live by you, desire
I stand by you (Stand by you)
Walk through the fire your love
(Your love) is my scripture (Write it down)
Let me into your encryption
(Listen, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

There ain't no church in the wild to inhabit
Ain't no one to idolize
But those who supply to the addicts
Long days, tired nights
Why do we fight with this planet?
I don't know
But, I ain't got the time for bible bashing
I don't need a god
I need to plot to see the top
So carry on talking instead of walking
Then you see the mob
Stood behind me in unison
Opportune to the men
That's tired of being down
Now we're standing and overruling them
So tell me
What's a peasant with the passion?
Ten times the riches any
Pharaoh could imagine
How dare this white gutter child
Climb out of the chasm
That you thought you could secure me in?
You surely couldn't fathom
World rated talent inside of a mind
Unbalanced and I ain't been an angel
But, I'm nothing like a judge
Who gives a beast three years and
Goes home and makes love
If that's upper class
Then I'd rather be scum son

Human beings in a mob (In a mob)
What's a mob to a king?
(What's a mob to a king?)
What's a king to a god? (Not much)
What's a god to a non-believer
(A non-believer)
Who don't believe in anything?
(I said I don't believe)
We make it out alive
(If we make it out alive)
All right, all right no church in the wild