sleepless nights We have never been satisfied Tumbling like the leaves Yeah we are spiraling on the breeze Almost to the point of no return Everything will burn, baby, burn
nights We have never been satisfied Tumbling like the leaves Yeah, we are spiraling on the breeze Almost to the point of no return Everything will burn baby burn
nights We have never been satisfied Tumbling like the leaves Yeah we are spiraling on the breeze Almost to the point of no return Everything will burn, baby, burn
Traduzione: Cenere. Burn Baby Burn.
interconnected introspective perspective The more pretentious, the more apprehensive the sentence Hip-Hop made me, Hip-Hop praise me Ain't nothin' changed me since 1980 Involuntary catalepsy, BATTLE ME BABY
was awfully good at fire (fiery fiery hussy burn) She burned bridges where she could (she really couldn't burn them very well) She turned young men into torches (burning
trunk that covers your name where I carved it twice I rip that ribbon off the tree Burn it down by the river that now shares your name Place the ash
game, Niggas know my name, Yo Puffy..., (Burn 'em in the flames) (You're jingling baby) {Go 'head daddy} (You're jingling baby) {Go 'head daddy} [LL
TWIN LOC] We don't die, we multiply, simply cause we straight crippin' Dippin' through that evil East Side where I'm killin' Willin' to burn bodies fucked up nuthin' but ash
Ash and tears they fall like rain Black water down your face again You've felt it for a long long time We try but there's never enough time Ash and
boy that used to play up on Degrassi he can pocket twenty thousand to be anywhere they ask, me Cash like Johnny, Banks like Ashley burning like a Camel Light stupid hoe ash
those ash eyes we've been through hell I've walked with the weakest just to feel strong You've given your body just to belong Let's burn together, let's burn
is he nuts, the locals are unsure, no [? ], his ash names on the sweatshirt, who besides spose with a flow so pure, before the red sox reversed the curse in '04, Baby
pockets with black crosses of ash. No ad space left on our foreheads. Only barcodes and ink rash. Burn, baby, burn. Get out the kinks. Burn, baby, burn
gotta pay And the whole world knows God giveth, will taketh away (will taketh away) I live and I learn, I sit and watch my cigarette burn Down to the ash
've all got to pay And the whole world knows the Lord give it and take it away Live and I learn, I sit and watch my cigarette burn Down to the ash, reminds
awfully good at fire (fiery fiery hussy burn) She burned bridges where she could (she really couldn't burn them very well) She turned young men into torches (burning