like to know Cause if you heard it all before Then I wonder what you're here for And I don't think I wanna talk anymore Cause you're wrong I see your
earth was a stone I was wrong, I know by know I was wrong Can't turn back the clock can't forget what is done I was wrong, I know by know I was wrong
the bitch in you Nigga you know the streets talk So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks I got my back against the wind, I'm down to ride till the sun burn
dead. And the young girl raised her voice. And she grined with a smile as her waving hand got memorized inside my head. So why deny it? So why deny
Somewhere between my sleep Somewhere beneath my skin In places I can't see Something is known to be a sin Hiding inside my eyes Burning from deep
if it's going wrong even if it's going wrong even if it's going wrong your burning out my head Even if it's going wrong your burning out my head and
less than never) Hate to twist your mind But God ain’t on your side An old acquaintance severed (Burn the world your last endeavor) Flesh is burning
s more than meets the eye round here Look to the waters of the deep. A city of evil There sat a seven-headed beast Ten horns raised from his head Symbolic
Hands up Coming with rhythms to make your head jerk Hands up We makin' the whole joint short circuit Hands high Touch the sky Get 'em up Get '
The rush of waiting is burning through my head Right after supper, her brother showers twice a week He kicks my ass so much that filthy white inbred I've made mistakes by looking in the wrong
inside Sarah's head everything's okay Sarah Saturday, you radiate And nothing in this world is wrong Sarah Saturday, like a perfect song Makes me wanna sing along Burning
strength Cos I can terminate, like a dirty hypodermic needle My vision's clearer than the sights on an eagle Stop them bustin high, bring the head back
page The burning of a book (if you're) talking out of turn (it's) just the way you look When the time is right But the shape is wrong And you find yourself
driver's head in the chin see When I approach rappers be takin notes I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat Absolut, I love to burn to the roots
your face you're in the wrong place cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up with bullet holes and such speak the wrong words man and you
