Lyrics:
work
I'm workin progress (the pimp's back) youse a work in progress
You feelin the son/sun, respect my hotness
So many fine chicks shit's gettin
battle
I call upon the burning sun, Embrace my soul, I am your son
The winds are calling me, The screams of a thousand men
Walking down the mountains path
the sun
I'm crying all alone
Standing next to you
You have done your best to see it through
But, oh, baby
I can tell
By the way that you love me
one, that got my eyes open
Cos he's the man of the sun, the sunny king
The shiniest one that got to win
Back to the wave blow by the strength of the sea
Can you feel it coming down?
Comes down harder, harder
Comes down faster, faster
You're burning HOT!
You got my temperature rising Like
El Nin-YO!
the sum of sons of the slums
Pardon my posts, just sick of the sun
Feeling guilty having fun when the rent due
And every breath from the lung feels
the feds almost got me
I had the Cuban posse all up in my room and lobby
Negotiation like an Illuminati network
Don't catch a body experts
You look so good burning the sun
You look so good with fire in your eyes
You look so good fighting the sun
You look so good with bright in your eyes
life I was loved by you.
I know that I won't live forever,
But forever I'll be loving you.
Let the world stop turning.
Let the sun stop burning
Guts be throw up sipping on rum
We sing from the creed of a begger's last son
Cash fast fun, no life undone
Take what you need son cause you daddy made
frown child, don't you fret
'Cause fate ain't through you just yet
And though the Son surrendered to eternal night
He'll be back soon burning twice
a choke hold
losin' control bringing drama by the boatload
it takes drama
in the pillage now of cappadonna
my split persona hit their village
take my place on the sun
And bury shadows one by one
Burning fire ignited soul
Lighting up the way to go
Facing all the things unknown
Laugh in the face
My mind will always keep on burning blue
Oh yeah
I'm burning blue
I'm burning blue
Ah a-ha
I'm burning blue
Ah a-ha
I'm burning blue
Baby don't you
lettin' off much steam
In the Carhartt flannel and the dusty jeans, baby
I never was cool with James Dean, but I be hangin' tough
With my man Jim Beam
I
tough
With my man Jim Beam
I swing low like a chimp, back in '86
Then I was seein' a shrink
But now I'm humble and I can only think
About New
(Yeah, it should go)
Burning up! My heart is like burnin' up!
Burning up! My heart is like burnin' up!
Burning up! My heart is like burnin' up!
(Yeah, it should go)
Burning up! My heart is like burnin' up!
Burning up! My heart is like burnin' up!
Burning up! My heart is like burnin' up!
fuerte delegado
Como Super2jim
Yeah nigga
Chupa mi pito
Suck on my dick nigga
That's bilingual for you bitch ass niggas who can't speak Spanish
Fuck beaner
Dusty desert driving 95
Fuel is burning stars flying by
Just like the time
Just like my life
And on this highway
Heaven passes by
There are no
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
the feds almost got me
I had the Cuban posse all up in my room and lobby
Negotiation like an Illuminati network
Don't catch a body experts
collabora-tion
[Chorus:]
Can't you see my love even though we be with thugs
Brothers want grub gotta take it in blood
Because is you down or are you down just
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