[Ed Sheeran]
They call me young gun like I was a pistol in the primary
Speaking codes no binary
Irony, is that I don’t have a beautiful mind at all
I’m not tired at all
There’s no time to pause
Deep thought, with my feet sore from walking
Not a lot of money for a cheap Porsche
Though I don’t drive but I’m known by the guys
That are designed to make you go hype
Like Devlin & Grim with the chilling chilling
Bring Yasmin for the singing, killing

And I’m keeping the melody where it better be
I’m deadly and readily burning within the evergreen of enemies
Higher than a feather with Amphetamines
Only my head top could be ahead of me
Voice hoarse but guess what? It’s never Ketamine
Making noise from Brent Cross
Head in the hedge tops
Giving up my soul again for the guest spot
Four young guns in London
When [bad word] 
When [bad word] 
Are [bad word] 
Are [bad word] 

[Yasmin]

And I'm feeling the thunder
Stick me from the hunger
And I’m traveling higher
Shouldn't wake up the fire
That’s why they call me a young gun
And now my name is getting bigger
Press the music like a trigger
Every young gun
And now my field just looking brighter
Never stop cause I’m a fighter
Every young gun
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