(Instrumental)
Fire in .. (ad libitum) .. in my heart
for more But those days are gone now Changed like a leaf on a tree Blown away forever Into the cool autumn breeze The snow has now fallen And
leavin these motherfuckers shot They ain't ready for the Nakamici I flip this shit like I'm Kamaneze Now dey a motherfuckin see me They try to breeze
meet you hows your night been goin And I, I can see us in my future writing songs together And yes I could see you in my future Just Taylor and Tyler
singing in the salty breeze Spiders are filling out tax returns Spinning out webs of deductions and melodies On a private beach in Michigan Why can'
2:] Somebody tell me Becuase I just can't get this right Somebody tell me Why di Gully and di Gaza fight Somebody tell me Why di leaders ain't acting
the block, leavin' these motherfuckers shot They ain't ready for the Nakamici I flip this shit like I'm Kamaneze Now dey a motherfuckin' see me They try to breeze
bustle and go Whoop, whoop I'm fully loaded, Pockets low, baby Whoop, whoop I'm comin' straight from the cold, baby Whoop, whoop I know you feelin' us That's why
good So keep your awards Just make sure the cash come on home wit the hood Young, Young, Young Gunners Chris and Neef, we the future We the future, we the future
(singer singing) If I ain't a thug why do I feel this way? Why does crime stay on my mind? And if you ain't a thug why do you front so bad? You're
walk along with me Three 6 Mafia and Killa Klan Kaze (??) is what they had you send to me Can you like feel my breeze See fool breeze between them
