I save you from yourself? And the stars fall as your eyes turn But I will stand by and let you Let you, let you Walk out, burn out Cause everything
can I save you from yourself? And the stars fall as your eyes turn But I will stand by and let you Let you, let you Walk out, burn out Cause everything
Whats poppin' nigga? Different day same shit What you coppin' nigga? S-K's want bricks, shit You wind up dead with this So why turn soft? Straight bullets will burn
music, and makin love But yet we still have trouble rising above It's said that in the later days People shall be movin in different ways There'll be
out my heart It's hard letting you go Now the sky, it shines a different kind of blue And the neighbor's dog don't bark like he used to Well, me, these days
bible Maybe we are small But few are chosen You know it's will when Eve is spoken You know it's get crazy When the lights go out You better be prepared For different
give ya what ya want through the days and the nights Its about time that we turned out the lights (Rock The Party) X2 My time to burn so sit back
: Back in the old folky days The air was magic when we played. The riverboat was rockin' in the rain Midnight was the time for the raid. Oh, Isabela
with dogs...dogs goin' heep. Creepin' of different days and different powers of the week, a beautiful life that got ma heart caught up in heat. I'm burnin'...burnin
enough sunny days, Too much money spent, not enough money saved, They try to pull me down... it only pick me up, They try to knock me out... they couldn
Count; step, yo' game up When you hear me say {HO!} Make, that flow; switch, that flow Get, different when you hear me say {HO!} .. get wild (whyllllle out!) Whyle out
say 'Cause it makes no difference if I throw it away 'Cause it makes no difference Yeah it makes no difference if I throw it away It makes no difference It makes no difference
said play them niggas like dummies Check it If I could separate all the game from the glory I'd rather be with Frank, but that's a different story Cause now a days
always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it Always pushing up the hill searching for the thrill of it On and on and on we are calling out and out
enough after up three time getting burned The streets are cold, bits of love but mostly greed is all they hold You in my way, I'll burn a load and make
hundred cars Behind somebody's daddy's barn Batteries draining blasting those radios Another long lost summer night Out past some no trespassing signs Burning
don't jock me I'd like to get ya phone number just to see what you about call you for breakfast to get you out and see if you just some eyes without