Lyrics:
in 1966, when he was twenty.
The first recording of this song was by Ronnie Burns in Australia. It was a top 20 hit for him in Australia in July 1967.
call me SIRE
To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE
I won't stop rockin' cause I won't re-TIRE
Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street
"we hate you Tom, you suck dick
Burn in hell"
Tom: yeah, fuck that hey -Hey I say
I say fuck the hating Tom-thing
That's what I say are we ready Mark?
I get caught in the water
Get torn in the wind
I could drown in the river
While the sun burns dim
I get tossed by the ocean
Fall deep in the sand
I’m
Old school, new school, need to learn though
I burn baby burn like disco inferno
Old school, new school, need to learn though
I burn baby burn like
burn up like bic
By any means we gettin it (we gettin it)
He met a bad bitch we sent it
Set his ass up, swipe his credit
Brown hundreds out his debit
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Ay, Mike Tyson diamond's on my ear they biting
Like Mike from the free throw I be flying
Say you balling twenty-three but you were
the rockets burn, they burning
We'll be making love, baby
Rocket love, rocket love ooohhh
"20 seconds and counting
T minus 15 seconds, guidance is internal
12,
only one in twenty one thousand reasons I get by when I'm in between those
City lights, in the sky, and the sun so bright it could burn your eyes
I'm
before his face
There is a man, intensive care
When he awakes he will declare,
"I've been dead for twenty years!
I won't let twenty more go by"
Boy who
bam bam bam
The bitch packed a twenty-two
Hit him in his head, there she laid him
The nigga standin' by the door I sprayed him automatic fires
sitting on twenty four's
Give me a warning ticket, letting me go
Cause you can tell by the jewels that I ain't an average Joe
Cause I meet fresh dimes
It's a passion for success, that burns deep inside me
It pushes me, it drives me, it leads me, it guides me
It tirelessly inspires me, look inside my
danced lapel, punctuated by her
Decrepit prowl she washed down the hatching
Gizzard soft as a mane of needles
His orifice icicles hemorrhaged
By
burns red and it fills with smoke
The panther pants, he's starting to choke
Now
Watch over there as he stands by the side of the lake
The birds are
Quickly realized it became nine to nine
Twenty-four-seven-three-sixty-five
A process that separated me from my life
Need to unplug but you're still online
ducking when you running or they gonna hit ya
Them West side guys will get ya
Burning the rubber off the 20's before they get with ya
Them South side boys
with me, I can guarantee you'll be makin' the news
P flows like no nigga, twenty-six but I'm a old nigga
Don't make me fuck around and show niggas
How
a secret
I'm surrounded by fucking idiots
Jesus fucking fucking christ
Until the end of time
The fire burns on high
Until the end of time
The fire burns
Another plane, another flight
Just a day in the life
Doing business in a 20 by 20
Three hundred and fifty
Days of going state to state
City to city
I know
twenty years on
I'm scared like I was but
These ghosts in the dark
No longer have ways to get me down
This world keeps turning
With forests that burn
cocktail, you could tell, by the smell
Burn one, let the whole club know I'm here (Hey!)
Let's fly tonight
Come ride wit'cha boy and get high tonight
pop up
Chyah, Pal I knock up
Move the weight then it gets chopped up
Only 'vestors get my flop up
If she's no arse I will not look
It's about 20
These chains gotta hold on me
I just pray I'm forgave for what god don't see
And tell the sun don't burn my wings
Please god please god
Shine your
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