hides them all in bright stones this one for the scream waking from the nightmare this one for the hands won't stop burning all my colors won't stop burning
now! Shattered dreams, in shattered faces Crawling off the stage Forgotten heroes lost their passion, many years ago Time after time in your life You're burning
Of your furthest reaches All your dreams, splintered off Leech by leech on this catafalque Anyone will tell you, yes anyone Chance had me setting a trip
Z-Ro] I can't focus, I'm losing my mind real fast Dreaming and fiending for the day, I could make some real cash Dropping album after album, platinum song after
shark developing like a photograph slowly in the dark the here after the action the main attraction one love in all of this that I'm going after Now
, they burn me (they burn meee!) To the first degree; me son, they hurt me! (they hurt meee!) I looked out for them motherfuckers, they burn me! (they burn
G'z Up, freeze up and you'll end up in your lawn It's the protege of Fitty (uh huh), inspired by Biggie (uh huh) Burns more then Ziggie (uh huh), the
, The heart stroke ridden weather, the barren empty sights. No oasis here to see, the sand is singing deathless words to me. Can't you help me as I'm startin' to burn
sustained the flurry Hide in the fury, but the ways of a broad don't mean you've died out of my life, I'm hurt, burn me baby, tie down. And child hood
knows you and they'll expose you Think about it before you walk in the door first Look at the store clerk, she's older than George Burns [Eminem] Fuck
been soft, whatever the cost, addicted to floss Nailed to the cross it's time to return My only concern is makin sure that Hollywood burn, Hollywood burn, burn
rather be in Saint Tropez and packin bag With bitches dat speak French, how you say, catch a cab I dont trip Euros, I dont trip Pounds Im balling ball
got up and itched my butt, I'm like, "what?" Everybody tripped and called me the clown devil boy Child of the witch heffer...whatever Tied me up, burned
, bust a gloc, devils get shot nappy-headed, no-dreded look where ya read it buck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it listen what I say after
