Lava/Treacle

I can feel it bubbling
I know I'm getting on my 'ting tonight
Can't you hear the wind calling?
I think we better take ourselves outside
Man, I'm feeling feminine
Let's spark a little lemon and let's go
Follow the adrenaline
'Cause time means nothing when we're skin to skin
We sway and wind, then float

(Ah, ah, ah, ah)
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I am born again

No, you're not ready for the lava
Bloody murder
You know I'm a feeler
I'm a dancer
Getting what we needed
What we're after
And we're gonna do it well
Yeah, I just wanna see my people
Wanna free fall
Wanna see the evil turn to treacle
We got the answers
And them grafters
When we see the spirits fly high

(High)
I am born again
(High, high)

Yeah, something in the water
Living for the future
Try and do it for my daughter
Solomon, the Shephard
Niggas' lambs to the slaughter
Hold up man I'm reppin', I'm just trying to get it warmed up
You got drinks, pour 'em up
We could hit the pub and get some grub, yeah
I could make some music or some love, yeah
We could split a gin and hit the club
I was drunk, heartbeat, what the fuck

No, you're not ready for the lava
Bloody murder
You know I'm a feeler
I'm a dancer
Getting what we needed
What we're after
And we're gonna do it well
Yeah, I just wanna see my people
Wanna free fall
Wanna see the evil turn to treacle
We got the answers
And the grafters
And we see the spirits fly

No, you're not ready for the lava
No, you're not ready for the heat
For the way you're gonna feel
Gonna see my people fly
See us pushing up the sky



Credits
Writer(s): Eliza Sophie Caird, Finlay George Robson, Jesse Soloman Michael Willis
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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