think I ougta burn in hell. But the devil won't even notice when I die. Yeah don't you figure he's got bigger fish to fry. Yeah there's gonna be bonfire burning
her and my spirit would mend But her memories like a fireside that warms me when cold While it?s burning I don?t wanna let go While it?s burning I don
Jim's got a kind of a squint Yeah I dug up my last check from out of the mine Now I feel like I've done my stint Jim got an army pension When he walked
yesterday it rained So he went down to the liquor store And by noon he felt no pain I came in an hour late, then I let his supper burn Well he hit the
Let the nigger we gang members almost [?] Not the boats but get your but like the [?] My wrecken sales could never reflect my respect What god damn death Jim
huh Jones Dipset Birdgang bitch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin' you homie You fuck niggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity [Verse 1: Jim
me ten in the pen cause I'm smelling like Hen My skin is my sin My S-K-I-N is my S-I-N ("Burning our black skin") [x2] [Ice Cube] I Get Around like
we got time time time time So hold on, hold tight This meeting's adjourned For people with degrees, You got a lot to learn We've been earnin' jackshit man Feelin the burn
won't be a nothing anymore Grow my hair... grow my hair I am Jim Morrison Grow my hair... I wanna be wanna be wanna be Jim Morrison Here we are, with
Music: Rudolf Schenker Lyrics: Herman Rarebell, Klaus Meine, Jim Vallance Late at night when you're all alone Take a ride to the danger zone If someone
Music: Rudolf Schenker, Jim Vallance Lyrics: Herman Rarebell, Klaus Meine, Jim Vallance Out for a thrill Got time to kill Just livin' up my dreams for
a gun With charcoal eyes and Monroe hips She went and took that California trip Well, the moon was gold, her Hair like wind She said don't look back just Come on Jim
Diamonds and dust (home at last) Poor man last, rich man first Lambourginis, caviar Dry martinis, Shangri-la I got a burning feeling Deep inside of me
are mine, save a child life No more doctors deliverin my babies Stick in pins killing me slowly To the President you say I'm a welfare fraud you motherfucking right! Let's burn
nigga Put The Mask on, Jim Carey a nigga (Blaou) Swede ends in the Chevy, got me feelin akward Careful with the sweets, dont burn my seats You could live