Lyrics:
me
Mistakenly
In the window of the tallest tower call
Then pass us by
But much too high
To see the empty road at happy hour
Leave and resonate
Everybody gone, ash still on the ground
Penthouse route, take the coupe south
Them flowers dead, I should've burned hoe you let me down
One fifty
Pa pa papa pa pa package tours
Only fifty pounds and the world is yours
Pay us cash or pay us cheque
Or pay us anything
We'll be happy just to serve
next, or what is left, you let us fall
We lost control, our sparks burned bright
But now we're burning out alone. Alone
Alone
We burned too brightly, we
being burned
And yet the cursed slurs
Are still churned
Now's the time to be concerned
That our greatness
Has been confirmed
By the faces of Janus
the angel hears)
Signora, sing for us
Don't be a martyr (disgraziata)
What new surprises lie in store? (ah)
Your public needs you
We need you, too
learn?
In this game, fuck with us
Niggas getting burned
We takin' turns on you bitch made niggaros
I hope it hurts 'cause you're
Worst than these groupie
a million of Y'all and only one of me(hey)
What happened to the village as far as I can see
It's been burned down by this modern day slavery
[Donovan:]
with your friends
But I'm on fire
Burned out by desire
I'll just stay home
I'm too tired
Stripped down to the wire
I'm on fire
Burned out by desire
"Burning Times" a folk cover about the women burned at the stake for centuries past, in G minor
Music written by: Morgan Cooper
Produced: David
don't deserve the shame
I'm waking up, falling from skies
And you're not by my side
I burned the last of my days away
And it's much too late
I know I'm
disappeared, our tale was buried
All my favorite things had come
To this world made by you
I'd never let us through the moor
To the sun and burned again
Tried
me
Mistakenly
In the window of the tallest tower call
Then pass us by
But much too high
To see the empty road at happy hour
Leave and resonate
Anointed prince, condemned to walk through...
Atomic flames fruit of belligerence
A saviour raised without creed nor bigotry
Who will lead us
of my world, a lost forgotten pearl
When fire leaves a girl
Too burned to dry my life
Living on a fault line
And then I
I just lay down and cry
Before u know we too don dey ball
Nor forget say o
Life na turn by turn
For those wey steady apply o
Apply the pressure
For those wey steady o
Apply
Our interwoven paths are showing signs of wear
Rope burned palms at the frays
From holding on too long
Hoping one of us will change
A dead-weight
the game plan
But you got to understand it's never too late to change plans
You got to understand that Rome wasn't built in a day
And playing sports and rap
dealers
And cold hearted killers
Could it be it's in my blood
Cause my mom sold drugs?
She used to bust slugs and
Surround herself by thugs
Made mistakes by
Buss it up x3
First thing first step inna di the club
Bush to di bone versace from Rome
From shoes to di dome givenchi cologne
From Germany Cologne
And the waiting for hit burned out every dream
Shoulders full of weight,
Don’t you leave us there
It lands on us heavier this way
Shoulders full of weight,
Don’t
of the state get ate like steak
'Cause the people too strong (too strong)
Rapture's comin' one Sunday, it's blood by Monday
I promise I won't be long (it
one of us learned
We both were playing with fire
But only one of us burned
too stuck up to learn from our mistakes
Trying to start another Vietnam
Whilke fiddling while Rome burns at home
The Boss says, "You're laid off.
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