She comes down with her hair on fire while I sleep, and I feel wider than, higher than you know. She walks down with her wings on fire, if I could stand
earlier man I'll be through there man. [Girl] Uhh, I've been watin for ya since u left me… [Jeezy] Sss, that's how you feel? [Girl] Hum hum hum, Yea… [
's goin' under Take a number Let the gatt hum (Lick a shot) So I let the gatt hum Let the gatt hum (Hum) (Lick a shot) So I let the gatt hum Had a
I run the streets I drop my vocals before my niggaz stomp the beats I bring the heat, just like my name was Pat Riley I'm my CEO, you can't fire me, bitch
, hydro, get the fitty Wanna roller skate, ring style, extra glide Hit it to the bounce, say ride (Where we at?) The Cru on the desert, Mecca, Medina (Hum
t a slug to touch Too bad little nigga say what Your pants sagin and your head busts like a skittle I'm on fire so they tried to chill it Tell em dogg
fits ta match, when I past Bitches ask, "Who the fuck was that?" Girl thats Juvenile you don't know'em he on fire 17 inch momos black magic on his tires
a fire just waiting for fuel There's a fire just waiting for fuel There's a fire just waiting for fuel There's a fire just waiting for fuel There's a
won't miss me Maybe she won't miss me And tonight as you lay in that big lonely bed And you look at the pillow where I laid my head With your heart on fire
I live for Ain't thinking about no hope no more I got my boots I kick it till I get with Adapt and overcome, oh hum hum Go get my gun, load up for fun
the gentle hum of post-war For you and I We're happy here in the sun I followed you around I followed you around inside my head Packed up my bags and
comin' ova? Eh man what I tell ya earlier man I'll be through there man Uhh, I've been watin' for ya since you left me Sss, that's how you feel? Hum hum hum
I'm dead, I'm deeeeeaaaaaaaaad I'm comin in but I need some therapy I gotta stay medicated just to keep some clarity My cranium cracked open and started smokin Fire
You don't have to bother me You just have to join on this song Crawling people on your knees Don't take this so seriously You just have to hum it all
solo, like a Tyson bolo Make the fly girls wanna have my photo Run in their room and hang it on the wall In remembrance that I rocked them all Suckers, ducks, ho hum
years for shootin? my wife to the ground Well she had to love my friend, and that?s not right with me So I grabbed my gun, shot both in the head and
the niggas that'll die with me And we can get it on Rigga niggas wanna see the dog nigga bite But this kid Drag strike a light Fuck five mics, my fire
some celebrating planned Can't remember when I felt so fine I've been waiting such a long, long time Just to hear those engines hum Look out dreamboat
