it out to the bitter end When will I ever learn? I strike the match and watch it burn I?ll watch it burn I?LL WATCH IT BURN A constant battle that never
home from comstock I got shooters they aint got what i got Got shit locked, i stunt non stop I get it and i blow it how i want , why not My bitch cold
It's so insane, 'cause when it's going good, it's going great I'm Superman with the wind at his back She's Lois Lane but when it's bad, it's awful,
battered, always sore, And I wont tell no one, Just breathe, breathe. You can have it all (You can have it all) You can take it all (You can take it) You can have it
it's sick that all these battles Are what keeps me satisfied Just gonna stand there and watch me burn But that's all right because I like the way it
we all know when we watch television Not confused between a puppet or conviction Glued to the screen by a thousand shallow words of wisdom It ain't what it
guns start to run shit Coming from the streets, gum on long dick Get strong-armed for baggage, it's tragic, some Vietnam shit Flat-lining all you cats
gettin' back to a has-been? Yeah, I said it, has-been Hang it up, flatscreen (Haha) Plasma Hey Nicki, hey Nicki, asthma I got the pumps, it ain't got
burning Sick feeling, sick reasoning, sick challenge you la la la la You can't imagine it, how hard it is to grow You can't imagine it, can you imagine
'Cause when it's going good It's going great I'm Superman With the wind in his bag She's Lois Lane But when it's bad It's awful I feel so ashamed I snap
it For the cops absorb you soul of course, praise to the Pharaoh Murder mo, curly, I heard it lower and return it burn When our niggas still shermed
from the burning flames of hell A place where all assassins dwell Pur back on earth to destroy all workshipppers of peace Body bags and caskets may all
he flossin' cash and jewelry Rip it off his ass, keep walkin' fast Thuggish ruggish till the day that I die Fuck it that?s all I been all of my life It
bleed, yes indeed, im a ghetto boy, thats right everybody knows im a G, im what you niggas are supposed to be, burn rubber right after i burn a fuck nigga, fuck all
Don't be scared that you spillin' it And tell the truth is you feelin' it That's the breeze from the gutta We make cheese cop V'S and burn rubba The
):] And I'm gonna burn one down (gonna burn..) Burn one down (this song.. the fuck..) And I'm gonna burn one down (DOWN.. YEAH!) Burn one down [Styles
