Testi:
Fuel These Things

I have the fear that dreams are all I'll have that's Left to me These things, all these things These things have I These things, all these things There things

I have the fear that dreams are all I'll have that's left to me These things all these things These things have I These things all these things There things

submit Put the mic on B-LAST and let me say some shit [Chorus] [Aceyalone] Never runnin out of things to say.. Never runnin out of things to say, say

school up in prison It can feed but it's usually junk food in the kitchen And it's now in a ruler's position Could go far; but the way things are the fuel

It's a misty within reason I'm hoping I don't freeze here I fuel the fire, I feed it's glow But these's no use in feeling All the things I'm feeding There

You wouldn't believe, Some of the things I let happen to me. The stories I tell, Reflect my unique priorities I invite the chaos right into my life.

Take it day by day, take it week by week Just push on 'cause when things get rough No head down, things are looking up (things are looking up...) [Chorus

is testing your will Pain has receded now you've lost you own will to believe! Believe! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! You're at war with your god... These are the things

to detonate {*scratch: "there's just one thing"*} [Ev] Uh-huh, sharp {*scratch: "that I, would like to say"*} [Ev] Ha yes y'all {*scratch: "there's just one thing