What a mess in the space You set your hair on fire again In the rustiness of your age Another rider up in flames Move in on you In a most sick century
What a mess in the space You set your hair on fire again In the rustiness of your age Another rider up in flames Move in on you in a most sick century
번역: 허풍 떠는. 화염에 탄 다른 사람까지.
번역: 허풍선이 영국. 화염에 탄 다른 사람까지.
did he put up a fight? was he stressin' you, wasn't fucking you right well one man's trash is another man's treasure one man's pain is another man's pleasure
full? Outlaws ridin' beside me I see a ship on the horizon Comin' up, and I'm realizin' It's time for another uprisin' I'm manin' this attack by suprise n' "Avast mates, fire up
Blow another stack I earned it, earned it Blow another amp Pull another tramp Light another blunt Burn it, burn it Flame it up, hear my flow, I changed it up
if it was up to her, fool we'd be fuckin' like beavers But I'm an over achiever around these heaters I don't need a bitch, society done fucked up and
Westside Connect Thugs... Ain't no California Love just California slugs Mack 10 Yo well by popular demand W.S. now I'm back heat loaded finna jack for another
I'm right here I'm just enough I don't care who at the top of the stairs I'm steppin' up See you fuckin' up the money, baby, that ain't good business
so im never cheap talkin yeah, keep talkin and the flame'll leap off the hip and keep sparkin pap pap, sleep softly nap nap napsack 340 like fuck another
[Juve] Mmmm hmmmmm [Drag] Ha ha hah Oh! Damn, now bop to this Yeah, uhh, uhh, y'all know what this is (flame on) Juvenile, Drag-On (flame on) And now
saving Let's flame him since he say that he blazing He blew up quick and nobody was there to save him Keep it cool I tried to but you know I'm a rider
doggin dirty bitches and if I get burnt, I'm givin that shit to thirty bitches You say you know a nigga like me, guess again Poppy I might smile up in
bitches And if I get burnt, I'm givin' that shit to thirty bitches You say you know a nigga like me, guess again Poppy I might smile up in your face
rider, got a guitar and I'm ready to roll. I got the boys by my side, keep on rockin' til it's out of control. There's a time bomb in our souls , turn up
dirty bitches and if I get burnt, I'm givin that shit to thirty bitches You say you know a nigga like me, guess again Poppy I might smile up in your
did he put up a fight? Was he stressin' you, wasn't fucking you right Well one man's trash is another man's treasure One man's pain is another man's pleasure