Lyrics:
I keep your heart is PZA-pumping, the beat is GZA-jumping
The crowd get wild off my style, they want something
The herds start stomping,
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
gonna cause flames
Can't take the heat? Get out my lane
(Verse 1)
All your boy wanna do is make some fire songs
Honestly, I don't see nothing wrong
It
Listen to a spin
Make it into the shape
You want it in
Earth and fire and wind conspire
With human hands, and love, and fire
Words and Music by Bill
Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked
Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me
I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze
Your reply got the crowd
like, fuck
Let me see if I can replicate that
Heh
It's gonna be hard, but I'm gonna try my best
The element of fire
The element of earth
The element
fire
Everything you drop is so tired
Music is supposed to inspire
How come we ain't gettin no higher?
Now tell me your philosophy
On exactly what
Just know you gonna be great like you always been destined
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
A little girl is waking up this
passionate point across
Like a hood cat clappin' his hands when he talkin'
Now that I got your attention, I feel I should really mention
Don't come around
Dreams are coming
And it’s coming very soon
Album Mode on reboot
We’re on our way to the moon
It’s only been a minute, but it only been a month
Album
love you, I'd hate you
I'm playing your stereogram
Singles remind me of kisses
Albums remind me of plans
Tonight it's love by the fire
The wind
you
I'm playing your stereogram
Singles remind me of kisses
Albums remind me of plans
Tonight it's love by the fire
The wind plays over the coals
Them fairy tales you tell in your rounds
Will have a shell in the pound
Split your melon to the white
Meat with no melanin found
I could push your
your mind feeling dazed
Bars fire they can blaze
They complain, say I'm too plain
Say I'm average, they're insane
I'll make a bad song and get praise
So
the slanguage
I ain't even drop no album yet
Off mixtapes, that's how I've been maintaining
If you a bitch nigga, sorry
In backs there is bodies
Have your
like my Netflix loaded
(Get em')
Telling your boss brick city boys is fire
Never mind
Half of y'all be talking through the wire
Media slandered me
So
capture the flag
Setting next year’s fads, y’all still rappin’ ‘bout swag
Get your album shrink wrapped, call it trash in a bag
We’re a four-alarm fire
I close my eyes spin
Take a breath and I picture us in a place
I can't recognize, cmon!
In the fire I call your name out dances
Up all night tryin'
album
I mean what's really good I mean you good you know)
But nah but what's really good I'm in the studio now
It's a beat out there its fire
What's
your career and leave you drowned
Congrats on the 10k albums sold
How many did you sell yourself
You sold out for a quick buck chuck
But it won't last
weezer cause i look just like buddy holly
Call me brendan sundstrom cause im making a fire album
No im not a rancher but yes im very jolly
If somebody diss
Lord)
Make a motherfucker do the Dutty Wine (uh)
Yo, shit, my fault dawg, speak your mind
That shit is fire, yo, my bad
Just continue on, I won't, I
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
like Sammy Gravano
It's easy, child barely an Italiano
But don't do it, she'll have your eight by ten on every channel
[Chorus]
No honey can set
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