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

[Ed Sheeran:] 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 [Devlin:] 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 twenty three But at eighteen, they send the kids abroad and Give 'em the licence to k** 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 d** 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 pa**ion and honour, so... [Ed Sheeran:] 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 [Labrinth:] I live by you, desire I stand by you, walk through the fire Your love is my scripture Let me into your encryption [Devlin:] 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, oportune 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 pa**ion? 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 cla**, then I'd rather be scum Son [Ed Sheeran & Labrinth:] Human being to the 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