Did you know which way we went? Fast ways and many burning hills I cannot tell you which way we went That's where I've lost you Realise it now But
The hills find a peace Locked armed guard posts Safe from the screams Of the children born as ghosts Gates guns and alarms Shape the calm of the dawn
twenty-fifth lap at the canal turn I went off exploring I knew I wouldn't make it the car just wouldn't make it I was turning the tires burning The ground
what you got But don't front and never try to be what you're not Cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your back And fuck Jill on a hill
with the cold Northern breeze A massive veil of flames raise high over the mountains and burning clouds fill up the sky Along vast hills liquid fire
I'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists You got to be a real nigga in the Cypress Hill pen Like
burn [4x] I brought some wine and some papercups Near your daughter's school when we picked her up And drove to the cemetary on a hill On a hill. And
The whole towns slippin down a hill. Like the spine of something dead. Slide in shadow cobble-creep. Burn your mark and leave. The trench conventions
Only tell me that you still want me here When you wander off out there To those hills of dust and hard winds that blow In that dry white ocean alone
) Watch me break it down There's a red house yonder Just over the hill With my name carved into the window sill I think I'm gonna burn it down Yeah, I think I'm gonna burn
runnin New York Who woulda thunk it, God above and Pun did Yeah, they came while I was 'sleep Whispered in my ear this is your year {CRACK PREACH!} So I testify To burn
ride Burning daylight Last up at dawn... tight wad hill Drugstore hooligan Another white trash mannequin On display to rot up on the hill Living out
, remember me Happily By the rosebush laughing With bruises on my chin The time when We counted every black car passing Your house beneath the hill And
Chrysler And you still taste all that you swallowed before grace And you'll forgive even the time they burned the hen house And ran from you ran to the hills with burning
a Jaybird But nigga don't say the J-word. I thought they was bugging. . . Cuz to us Uncle Sam is Hitler without an oven Burning our black skin Buy
[Paparue] Original roughnecks, hear [laughing] Check! [Chorus 2x] Nobody burn them blocks like-a we Nobody bust them heads like-a we Nobody could outshine
took you Up to the top of the hill? We had our knives drawn. They were as sharp As we were in love. If god crossed us We'd take all his drugs, Burn his
