Testi:
Burn Season Other

This boredom consumes me Now you're laughing, you're pointing in my face I'm so sick of not knowing I'm so sick of you saying it's ok But i'm still buried

the fuck up" "Whoa slow down, slow down, slow down" "You see that brick house right there" "That's the nigga crib when he come out you gotta tighten his ass up" "I'ma get in the other

But what about my style, ooh child, I switch em up Rearrange em up, in other words I change em up Snagglepuss, I make a nigga fall like the season So

got em Now they ready to shout [Chorus:] So, don't touch me nigga, you might burn yourself (Ha) Don't touch me nigga, you might burn yourself We got

clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene I watch the storm approaching the darkness calls my name the trees are growing restless they feel the season

clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene I watch the storm approaching the darkness calls my name the trees are growing restless they feel the season

the other side of this life will you ever no, you may never see me on the other side of this life will you ever no, you may never see me on the other

em, it's like they rather burn And for niggas just to turn they life around and chill It's harder to save, than it is to kill As we spill each other blood

the fallen now rise again Through the fire, through the flames like the sun we'll rise again Lost in time, lost in space to the end of other days See