floozy sittin' pretty In the city of sin I'm knockin' on your back door Baby let me in I'll take you down Light your fuse baby Set your soul on fire
pretty in the city of sin I'm knocking on your back door baby let me in Chorus: I'll take you down light your fuse baby Set your soul on fire Make your
Traduction: Poison. Âmes On Fire.
sitting pretty in the city of sin I'm knocking on your back door baby let me in Chorus: I'll take you down light your fuse baby Set your soul on fire
ghetto, we struggle or we hustle till we bubble On top, eliminating competition when we buck shot Don't press that new, but a new clear shot Fire, fire, fire, fire (fire
ghetto, we struggle or we hustle til we bubble On top, eliminating competition when we buck shot Don't press that new, but a new clear shot Fire, fire, fire, fire (fire
I'll show you man who walk on fire And don't get burned Don't get burned, don't get burned He don't get burned I'll show you man who tread on glass And
elementary, I thrived on misery Left me alone I grew up amongst a dyin breed Inside my mind couldn't find a place to rest until I got that Thug Life tatted on
dreams The ghost of violence was something I seen I sold my soul to be the human obscene How could it poison me? The dream of my soul How did my fantasies
like tigers There were times we were damn good liars Boy : There were times we extinguished every fire Both: That was burning, burning, burning, up each other alive From the heavens on
now the telephone's on fire And I can't seem to dial Even though I know You're there to save my soul tonight The poison's in my head And I can't feel
s ever s'posed to learn This fire is burnin' and it's out of control It's not a problem you can stop It's rock n' roll I read it on a wall It went straight
s'posed to learn This fire is burnin' and it's out of control It's not a problem you can stop It's rock n' roll I read it on a wall It went straight
the path that shines for you On Occasion Avenue How far you go? - Occasion Avenue How good you do? - Occasion Avenue Uncovers the prize or rebears you On
are on but no one?s home and the sidewalk?s been abandoned this lack of change scares me to death this place is fucking poison Winter overstayed last
keep ya tummy swollen C'mon, our fuckin' home was built on the foundation of bloody throats The hungry stolen of they souls, of course this country's
