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within My scenes
Damn it's hard as hell
The man torn apart and fell
A clam from afar his shell
Earn a scam on card to sell
Took a tram just to start

Ugh, ugh 
CH from the GH
Represent, yeah

Lock your doors, and hold your children
Chadzilla's coming through knocking out buildings
My hood's pretty

heavens over crowded
While we oversaturated with tears
The fear they pumping thru teargas
I kinda feel mad suburbs wanna be Hoods
Like they from the field

my collect calls
I dont write no songs it's from my heart and soul
It's a bloody scene oh bloody bloody scene
I dont want the money baby I just want

straight corn and papyrus
Holding by luscious…
Stares that you gave us
Waiting for strength behind locks in the fire
Wait for the love that you said would

I remember that night we listened to "Fade"
All the times we'd sing along to "Arcade"
I feel your eyes looking right at me
Staring into my soul,

Another hard winter went and came
In the suburbs in a box with no knife
You're sleeping still with your choices and your wives
In an office

Dancing together with equal status
Destroyed by sexist, homophobic racists!
ELECTRO!
Kraftwerk samples, arcade machines
Alright Picture This the Party Scene

to the teat
I just roll over and show my soft belly meat
I've got time so trace the paths from my nerve endings
Where the fuck does this shit go? I've been

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

My Life on Fire by NiggaRon (06 Dec 2021) (Lyrics)
It started on believing, See the world raised a battle, "A ring of death!"
Birth gave me a dance,

mean
Ever since we met everything been green
Now you tryna slither away
From the scene
Afraid that you fall in for lil ol'me 
So use to the toxic it too

I don't always play it by the books
I'm just taking out your crutch
Do whatever makes you grind your teeth
And I know I ain't gone die to none
I'ma

grip razor lips
I keep my tongue up
In a singe I got
A dragon in my spit

I Iive up in a palace
In the suburbs
On my chromosomes
And only by the candle

hide their diversity, & seek comparison  
America
Praised by Red-necks, that drive diesel
Where Marlboro's allowed, but cannabis illegal
And even when

Yeeaaahh yeaaaahhh
Killen it
Killen it
Killen it
Killen it
Killen it
Killen it
Killen it
Ass in the air from and I'm drillen it

Smoothest to come

I record fire, fire catches fire
Fire me fire man I'm burning up
Hot as flames fire, I'm on fire man
Mr. Fireman, come again?

I record dope dope

I record fire, fire catches fire
Fire me, fire man I'm burning up
Hot as flames fire, I'm on fire man
Mr. Fireman, come again
I record dope dope

(coughing)if it hit Seba's weed I don't want it
..

Fire on me now, this the life of a jit
Not the life that I want, but the life that I live

as my mind excites the wind

Like spirits of ill concensions, time will clash

On ya cipher, lyric concealed behind whirlwind fire

Or flood, draw blood

damage rip and tear, 'til I make it through
From the underground scene to the paper view
Peekaboo all of you better take a few steps back, a head's

the club
Movie scene lights camera action!
Yea man ima’ make it happen!
Why she always gotta be a cancer?
Why she always gotta be a dancer?
Bad vibe by me

your boy
Was raised by cupid uh
She said I know you don't go
Crazy don't go stupid uh

Now a nigga overseas international
I'm tryna move the ladder
But

They asking what happened to the good little boy from the suburbs
He's dead in the gutter, sucker
Yeah if life's a bitch I wanna fuck her
No rubber
Later