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Wilkinson has premiered the video for “Flatline” feat. Wretch 32, a song that belong to his next album.

Mark Wilkinson, known by his stage name Wilkinson, is a British drum and bass music producer and DJ from London. He has released music on RAM Records and Hospital Records, as well as Virgin EMI. His 2013 single “Afterglow” with uncredited vocals by Becky Hill reached number 8 in the UK Singles Chart on 20 October 2013. His debut album Lazers Not Included was released on 28 October 2013.

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Flatline

UPCOMING EVENTS




LYRICS

[Chorus: Talay Riley]
Flatlines every time
We go wild, yeah, everybody clear?
Flatlines every time
We go wild, yeah, everybody clear?

[Verse 1: Wretch 32]
78,000 screaming sounds like a horror film
It’s just me and my mic, now this cannot be real
I missed education, I was listening to Lauryn Hill
Every verse magic, the rapping version of Copperfield
Rolling round in them foreign wheels
Duplicate is high, you must be popping a lot of pills
The revolution’s gotta be filmed
I’m a braveheart, I wear the trousers and not a kilt, nah
See, I kill with my art
I aim for the heart, I’m Wilkinson sharp
I took the sword out the stone, still I swing with my bars
In the race to longevity, I feel to come last
Yeah, I chill with the stars, I sleep with ’em sometimes
We wake up on Mars, that’s just how we ménage
And I’ve killed every venue in a thousand-mile radius
You need a vaccine, man, you killers couldn’t play with us

[Chorus: Talay Riley]
Flatlines every time
We go wild, yeah, everybody clear?
Flatlines every time
We go wild, yeah, everybody clear?

[Verse 2: Wretch 32]
Welcome to my movie
Peer pressure got me feeling fruity
Threw lemons at me, yeah, I made a smoothie
They’ll knock your drive till your car only has two seats
Yeah, I’m different from them but I’ll kick it with them
Boys get caught out playing cricket with men
But the ash burns right before the cigarette ends
They ain’t got the balls, I’ll be like the wicket to them
Growing up, we loved women like Diana
See how the time changed, even Harry love Rihanna
Selfie obsession, everybody grab a camera
Still worth a thousand words but you can filter out the banter
Stepping up the ladder, snakeskin Gabbanas
Wasting my young years just giving you London grammar
I’ve killed every venue in a thousand-mile radius
You need a vaccine, boy, you killers couldn’t play with us

[Chorus: Talay Riley]
Flatlines every time
We go wild, yeah, everybody clear?
Flatlines every time
We go wild, yeah, everybody clear?
Everybody clear?
Everybody clear?

[Chorus: Talay Riley]
Flatlines every time
We go wild, yeah, everybody clear?
Flatlines every time
We go wild, yeah, everybody clear?.

AUDIO