Trying to hide The fire in my eyes When I need you in the night And there's Not a hope in sight I wonder if youfeel The fire in my eyes CHORUS True
Get high [Verse 1:] (Yeah, yeah) Hello, my name's Christian, steady flame spittin' Treble, bass, and drum takes out the same system Liu Kang kickin', Sugar Shane hittin' Mary Jane twistin', that's my
a stutz bear cat, Jim, those were different times! They studied rules of verse and those ladies, they rolled their eyes. Sweet jane! sweet jane! sweet jane! Jack, he is a banker and Jane
the poets, they studied rules of verse And those ladies, they rolled their eyes Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane I'll tell you something, that Jack, he is a banker And Jane
and stripped me out of my attire She tied me to the bedposts then she lit the room on fire She took out a scarf wrapped it around my eyes till I was blind
t turn around and hate it Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Oh honey sweet Jane Sweet Jane Oh are you sweet Jane? Sweet Jane, sweet Jane
turn around and hate it You know they're singin', "Sweet Jane Ah sweet Jane Ooh sweet Jane" Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet, sweet, sweet Jane
and stripped me out of my attire She tied me to the bedposts then she lit the room on fire She took out a scarf wrapped it around my eyes till I was
me and my moms could still be friends My daddy wasn't buggin out so far Watchin me pretend to be another rap star Through my eyes he saw a child changin
callin' me Abracadabra, its a magic trick, I smoked up all the weed Zig zags and golden wraps got my mind gone Drugs dont effect my work, I still get my
played a part He wouldn't want to turn around and hate it Sweet Jane, sweet Jane Sweet Jane, sweet Jane Sweet Jane, sweet Jane Sweet Jane, sweet Jane Oh my sweet Jane
Jane, oh now Jane You got me like a dog, oh now Jane It's hard biding my time You're sitting pretty in the light For your word know when i'm gone you'
like fire She burns the lips right off my face It's finder's keepers, loser's gonna weep She's personal property Sealed and stamped, money in the bank She's private, for my eyes
And anyone who ever played a part, whoa, And wouldn't turn around and hate it! Sweet Jane! Whoa-oh-oh! Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane. Sweet Jane. Sweet Jane. Sweet Jane
streams Into the garden of Jane Delawney Into the garden now Though the rose is fair Don't pluck it as you pass For a fire will consume your hair And your eyes
and break it And anyone who ever played a part, whoa And wouldn't turn around and hate it Sweet Jane! Whoa-oh-oh! Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane. Sweet Jane Sweet Jane. Sweet Jane
My death will not be there My death will not be then I take you through my dreams Out into the darkest morning Past the bloodfilled stream Into the garden of jane
Thinking about, you and i Pictures form in my mind, all of them remain. Here I go like before, signs that I can't ignore. Close my eyes, cue the storm
