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stop what's meant to be
You own a light caused by fire no need of no rain
And now you've felt the fire you're flame glows always
The fuel that fuels me

I'm going big so I can't do no little
I feed my dogs so I can't give em kibble
I let my pain out on these instrumentals
I get these bands it get me

fuel fuel fuel on the race 
Zoom zoom i race frieza in outer space

Xelcreaux 2020 i just chase the paper 
Conquering the land with the map by the acre

Ay

You're the only one I desire, ay
Baby you're the fuel to my fire, ay
Get you anything you require, ay
Everything bout you, I admire, ay
What you

no clock
She look at me
When I walk in the spot
Can't speak to me regular
Turning it up
On the jet fuel so its
Never enough
Up in the stars
Galaxy live

been smarter
Push through the pain
Let it fuel me like energy
It's demon time I feel bad for my enemies huh
I'm going I'm going cant stop
Give me 3

My Own Prison

Creed

WBCN Naked Too

1998

Shackled by my sentence
Expecting no return
Here there is no penance
My skin begins to burn

(And I said oh) so I held my head up high
Hiding hate that

My Own Prison

Creed

My Own Prison

1997

Shackled by my sentence
Expecting no return
Here there is no penance
My skin begins to burn

(And I said oh) so I held my head up high
Hiding hate that

never lags,
And old transform queen momma you've never seen

Hear a purrin' motor
And she's a burnin' fuel
Push it over baby
Oh makin' love (un)to you

on the border
It's a very very lovely day
To set a fire by the bayou, lil baby's in the pyre
Such a lonely day
When the ire stops burning
Tell me what did you

from these prison walls
I'll fly away.

Chorus
I'll fly away, Oh Glory
I'll fly away
When I die, Hallelujah, by and by
I'll fly away.

--- Instrumental

I bet I know just where you wanna go
By that look on your face, we're heading out to deep space
Blast you off, I'll blast you off, blast you off

Fuels burning hate

Now that you're brain dead, your ideas deceased
Battered and beaten by thought police
Living this hell upon airstrip 1
You belong

Woah, yeah
Cookin with that good gas gas gas gas like a deisel fuel jet
I might have to call yo bet
Fuck a nigga bitch Ian lookin for no shit
I might

Footsteps of thousands before me prepare for what I’ll become
Silence drowned out by racing thoughts of what is to come
The rain comes down
Pouring

Dragged up from beneath the ground
Of rage and cruelty so profound
Used to fuel our sickly machines
Funeral marching in our dreams

Dragged up from

Your a bad lil thing 
Right hand my hitta 
Your the beach no sand
Your the real go figure 
Laced up untied 
Either way your mine
Your the fuel

flowers
I still wouldn't know what love is
Open fire
Open lovers season
Ain't no place to stop
When you're out of fuel babe
Crash the glass
Don't know how

unique, yeah
Fuel to the fire, gasoline
I look fire I know that I'm on fleek, yeah
Talk down on me, but you know I'm what you need, yeah
Listen to me, yeah,

letting glass sands pass by
Nigga wit a attitude bet they cant stand mine
And that's fine
Just wait till they see the new me
I use that shit to fuel me

This song is dedicated to everybody
That is being help by somebody
But not really
Yo Jesús You got me bro?
Let's go!
Ah!
Yeah!
Some go
Some don't
But

Trap Fuel 
So Clean 
98 Octane Gasoline
Burn Your City To The Ground 
I Apologize
It Look Like A War Zone
Now It's A Paradise
Butterfly Tatted Buggin

I've been playin' it cool
But I'm covered in fuel
That's how you know I'm 'bouta start a fire
I've been playin' it cool
But I'm covered in fuel

Welcome to the afterlife
Manifest your paradise
Karma fuels my appetite
Feel it in your alkaline
Welcome to the afterlife
Manifest your paradise