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Playing With Fire - Stereo MC's

Written by：Robert Birch/Nicholas Hallam

You're playin' with fire

You're playin' with fire

You could be one in a million

Could be walking down the street just like any civilian

You could be amphibian

But it still don't mean that you ain't gonna fall

Victim to the april showers

And the tombstone and the bouquet of old flowers

Powers above who be guiding

A madman at the wheel is the way we be

Riding down the line

Standing upon corner selling two at the time

You really wanna shock it

That's when you make the exchange in you pocket

Lord that's the way it goes

That's the way it is

That's the way it happens

Mister or miss

It's a dog eat dog world

That's the truth

Especially to the youth

You're playing with fire

You're playing with fire

You're playing with fire

You're playing with fire

You're playing with fire

You're playing with fire

You're playing with fire

You'll end up on the funeral pyre and now you've

Lost your soul

And to all the youngsters you're a mystery role

Ya think ya running the show but you're just being

Used like a dirty old hole

A model of travesty ya falling thru gravity

Ya try to get a grip but you slip on

Your sanity

There's nothing you can do when you realise it's a

Picture of you

Is it something to reach to

Being all boxed up

Didn't nobody teach you

They're gonna sell ya

Feed you up and swell ya

Like a fool in the frying pan

I ain't a fortune teller

I'm just a realist a catalyst

And if you get the gist come closer get it

Real crisp

It's a dog eat dog world

That's the truth

Especially to the youth

Ya playing with fire

You're playing with fire

You're playing with fire

You're playing with fire

You're playing with fire

You're playing with fire

You're playing with fire

You're playing with fire

You'll end up on the funeral pyre

And now we're living in a cage

And if you ain't got it made it's a struggle

Not to fade

It's all part of the game but nobody comes clean

Or wanna name any names

The blame the neighbourhood for something so sad

Originated from a diplomatic bag

I see a face in an orange haze

It's just a phase a binge but I'd call it

A craze

Behaviour patterns going sixes and sevens see

Heaven don't exist but hell's come to get thee

Mars bars soda's chips all you touch

And that's why you ain't looking up too much

So come out of your nosedive

Stop the music or you'll be dead as you arrive

So come out of the nosedive

Kill the sound or you'll be dead as you arrive

Ya playin' with fire you're playing with fire

You're playing with fire

You're playing with fire

You're playing with fire

You're playing with fire you're playing with fire

You're playing with fire

You're cracked you're playing with fire

You'll end up on the funeral pyre

Every second every minute every hour