everyting will come real Free like the bird in the tree We won't worry everyting will come real Yes we free like the bird in the tree We runnin from the
burns black as slaughter reigns. Witch-Storm! Bright fires agleam through winter's night, Dark spells whispered on the winds, The trees enrob'd in veils
me. Black Stone summoning the eternal power of the winter moon... Enthralled by the evil lotus-dreams, Witches' eyes agleam with candle-flame, Nine
And in the dark it comes for me Malevolent and without form Uprooting trees, destroying cars Cold and relentless with arms outstretched No Bolt nor brick
Niggaz in they trucks creepin With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these bitches [Verse One] Yeah, team select, please collect, G's connect Thieves nigga direct the trees
rage 2. In the blind eyes of spider Ancient wisdom, rage of fire Winds of past will spread his name Among trees like burning flame Sheen
so pretty You wanna burn it with me Till the sky bleeds ashes And the f**kin sky crashes We make ashes just with matches To ignite the flame And
. dre, and yella. But if they were smart as me, Eazy e would be hangin’ from a tree. With no vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline. Light ’em up, burn ’em up, flame
say what?! Huh?! Huh?! Watcha wanna do?! Nigga, huh?! What?! What?! Watcha wanna do?! Now I be Wayne Wayne Wayne... from CMB 50 shots, flame flame flame
Mula Baby... [Verse 1] She was a young girl in pursuit of glory and fame. She would do anything she could to feel the flame, When everybody knew your
ship from overseas, Got a pocket full of G'z, and the inconvenient truth is that the ozone is back cause I been smokin' all da trees, The globe is warmin
In the wasteland On the way to the Red Queen... It's no wonder our stage clothes Have dreams to be famous. The trees in the courtyard Are painted in blood
ain't incorrectly (They callin' out ya name) It ain't incorrectly (They gonna start a flame) It ain't incorrectly (They callin' out ya name) It ain't incorrectly (They gonna start a flame
WE BELIEVE In the grass in the trees WE SUPPORT Living life cause life is short WE UPHOLD Sky of blue sun of gold WE MAINTAIN On sunny days all sadness
You know it's gonna bleed sometimes Dig me out from this thorn tree Help me bury my shame Keep my eyes from the fire They can’t handle the flame Grace
[Xzibit] Most niggaz get it confused right? Huh They think it's all chronic and palm trees out this muh'fucka Bitches and bikinis, listen, huh Some
Flame Trees - by Cold Chisel. ---------------------------- Written by Steve Prestwich/Don Walker From "Twentieth Century" Kids out driving Saturday afternoon
the happy hour at one of two hotels Settle in to play 'Do you remember so and so?' Number three is never say her name Oh, the flame trees will blind
