birds Bright colours Are the ones I can't trust But this time there is something that I never get This time and I don't think it's worth another chance This time
Nice birds Bright colours Are the ones I can't trust But this time there is something that I never get This time and I don't think it's worth another chance This time
can find my own elation In ashes of enemies You've got the wrong perception Who I'm supposed to be This fire burns inside me Far from your naked eye This
ill 'Cause I wear Nikes and do not wear Brigettes I shit over in my lex and see you drive by in your chevettes I burn baby, burn, burn. Every time I twist
like a fool I've never knew this way A safety belt on me They damn inject in me Something that burns in me... So many voices in my head Many creatures
know it might just be your time to that ride Tto them pearly white gates watch that suicide [Vado] Who am I? nudy fly with a cutie pie Burning pot, turtle
i'm back inside this cage. again, again.. again i bleed, again i shake. again i fall, again i break. wasted, hated. again, again.. again i burn, take
I'm headed for the border It's on my mind And nothin' really matters I've got to be on time Look in the view mirror Is he hot on my tracks Is he getting
in his head To declare the reason why Should I survive this sadness "God reality back in my mind" - beating in his head It's a very dark night Nobody
you for the very last time, we will burn together, just say enough to show me... yea, it was the first time, and the last time Heads Rolling, Heads Rolling
I'm barely thirteen, I pack dirty Old Russian firearm that shoots thirty Just then I hear the bus engine I'm transcending, I'm crowd surfing I can't see the time burning
burn The cast sittin' outside can wait they turn We makin' classics in the session Mom's askin me these questions (When you comin' home you got school) Naw, I'm suspended After this track done burn
look at the time, Baby quit playing games cause the sun?s about to rise We?ve been here all night only live once so might as well act like this Why
the weather while the presence of these laggers lend me they rappin' to give gifts to my brethren. My nigga this is more than a vocal booth, this is my, only truth, this
hold my head up high i know ill be alright, this time. i feel it in my veins i just cant walk away this time. this time this time this time this time
m a head busta I'ma Maab out I'ma ride out, no doubt Making motherfuckers slide out, need to hide out Fuck around with the wrong nigga, pull the nine out Leave a motherfucker crispy, burned
heads, cause I'm not gonna tell on me When a snitch be rolling with you, you headed to felony I ain't ready to do 85 percent, of nobody's time So I keep
