Fire?s lick Is their aim All men stand still Waiting for the battle call Still they know not How many heads will fall (repeat) Sunrise, the call
with the best intentions A little off target But life's a lesson And no one's claiming to be perfect We fell in love one summer night Made out until the sunrise
s go... yo Aiyyo I put it to you so raw, you probably OD on the floor That's what you get for disagreein with God The LeBron James Bond, my aim with the
the undead Aim for the head Resort to your instinct as they will resort to this Feed the hunger, your pity We want brains You'll never take us alive Sunrise
ve lost, It's much too late for calling them back. Music is like sunrise for me, It's joyful like a trip in a time machine. Music is like sunrise for
jealous fear, I'll stay lo, take aim at the soft and tender, Cause staring's not supposed to hurt, Avoiding what truly matters, For better or for
Then I woke, seven whole days gone The sunrise is perfect Taking aim, changing colours while it burns It made my stomach turn It made me quite unsure
Terry Bradshaw [Pharaohe Monch] Spit miraculous shit, drink Dracula's blood, exist for centuries My DNA 'ventually, mends wounds, heals injuries The identity unknown for
Pass the microphone to my nigga Mark like Terry Bradshaw [Pharaohe Monch] Spit miraculous shit, drink Dracula's blood, exist for centuries My DNA 'ventually, mends wounds, heals injuries The identity unknown for
[Junz:] Somebody call Alabama, Cause mama aim coming home, You can find me at my grandmothers, Us alone When the other brothers holly my phone you know
, two double oh-five While two double oh-six is here My energy be for all to accept and hear I'm not ashamed for the ten years plus in that game, won'
love just passed me by No tears no reasons why For harmony I'd sell my soul For - my aim is right and strong The sign I've waited for There's no more
music is like sunrise for me, It's joyful like a trip in a time machine. Music is like sunrise for me - it's like coming home. Music is like sunrise for
dogs howl at a Mexico moon Kids wear no shoes, dusty streets full of dreams Aim for the dance floor and maybe they'll play a slow tune Oh Tequila sunset, Tijuana sunrise
nothing can*...................* ill stay low, take aim at the *soft contendor*, 'cause starings not supposed to hurt avoiding what truely matters, for better or for