Playing With Fire Lyrics - Connected - Stereo Mc's

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'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 cracked) 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 

You're playing with fire 

You're playing with fire