I save you from yourself? And the stars fall as your eyes turn But I will stand by and let you Let you, let you Walk out, burn out Cause everything
can I save you from yourself? And the stars fall as your eyes turn But I will stand by and let you Let you, let you Walk out, burn out Cause everything
, music, and makin love But yet we still have trouble rising above It's said that in the later days People shall be movin in different ways There'll be
me Don't put out this fire It's burning for Burning for me Burning for you Standing within the sunlight Pressed against me Takes me back to other times Different days
out my heart It's hard letting you go Now the sky, it shines a different kind of blue And the neighbor's dog don't bark like he used to Well, me, these days
pound your girl Had her stretched out swimmin in the pool with her breast out Send her back home set to fire the sex out! [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] So don
pound your girl Had her stretched out swimmin in the pool with her breast out Send her back home set to fire the sex out! [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] SO DON
speechless sometimes having certain friends can end up being a weakness see now my dogs turn to wolves and try to front me and surround me come up out they sheepskin and act all different
blow Eyeing the folks below and Watching everybody run, Each one heading for a different place Watching everybody hide, Each behind a different face Home where the days
what it seems Cause you and I have different dreams You rise up but you never learn As we try to shake this sleep that burns The darkness screams
says "I've never seen her get this bad" Even though she seems so high He knows that she can't fly And when she falls out of the sky He'll be standing
burning with desire Self-determination rising from the fire You're trying to trample down my dreams My disdained ideals Beware of the difference
beat. Don?t hover in the in-between of growing up and losing sleep. We?ve only one life to live, no hesitating. The difference between burning out and
bible Maybe we are small But few are chosen You know it's will when Eve is spoken You know it's get crazy When the lights go out You better be prepared For different
by slowly-aging 'VERY HIP YOUNG PEOPLE.' They appear to be casting sinister glances toward him through their glinting acid burn-out eyeballs, trying
break, And knock both of the screws out the licence plate. Let the games begin, These other rap niggas so far behind me, go taste my rims, Shit, let the chronic burn