(Yeah yeah yeah) What you doin to me? (Yeah yeah yeah) What you want from me? (Yeah yeah yeah) What you doin to me? What you want from me? You're just
She had me hooked like a psyched up junkie A perfect dose, if you know what I mean I ran a line like a toxic monkey An appetite for her sweet medicine
(Chorus) Oooohhhh let's burn this down Let's burn this down let's burn it down Oooohhhh let's burn it down Just burn it down now burn it down Your white
You walk the streets Never feel no guilt You make your money selling guns on the playground I'm so ashamed Cause we're all the same Killing in the name
t look down) One wrong move and you'll Taste the ground Taste the ground Oh-oh We are the new generation Oh-oh We have to rebuild the nation Oh-oh We are the new
Just look around I feel blessed This is Earth as we know best Heavenly I feel praised Hold this to my dying day I've seen killers on the streets Bullets
Wait for the sun to get up in the morning Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooo It's a beautiful day but I'm waiting for someone Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooo I ain't got no time to
I know what we need We need a gun and a cap Cause I know how it feels Now that there's no turning back It's like a dream unreal, holding you in the past
Summer's come But I don't know why It's so damn hard for me to do things right Maybe if you just let me try I can make you a believer Make you a believer
My love It ain't you, it ain't you, It's just a phase I'm going through It ain't you, it ain't you, Don't tell me you don't feel it too You, me, them
, reduction of a nation The government is slayin, new laws is what you're facin Next comes the clonin, they're makin new creation Secretly forming
I try to picture a girl Through a looking glass See her as a carbon atom See her eyes and stare back at them See that girl As her own new world Though
runs off ashes But they own a patent for that, and that's exactly what's happening Corruption and bullshit politics The planet's gonna die cause of bullshit politics
I'm the man who came to dinner Said I wasn't stopping long I brought a present wrapped in misery And a bottle of sad songs You still said Come on in Make
on front line and you will die, die, the American way [Verse 3 - Lil Wayne] Question, what the fuck is you go do, when that new world come for you When that new
When you all fucked up and can't get no break When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it Be on some real bullshit, politely tell
