I will die? Stare at the sun The end of the world has come Stare at the sun, the sun The ending has just begun Stare at the sun, the sun The end
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the back of the projects Where niggas pull cards and choppers get pulled out Like you at the barber Fresh up out the blue water like we at the harbor
maker And fly into the sun Fly into the sun Fly into the sun I'd break up into million pieces And fly into the sun I would not run from the blazing
Me On The Cheek I Really Used To Love It When We Chilled On The Beach Whilst Listening To Beats It Was Funny Takin A Drag Of Her Fag Blazing At The Sun
I'm about to split your arm in Put a hole so big in your noggin' that if you God body You can fit the whole sun, moon and star in You starvin' for more
new king of scalp crushing confusion Demons dress to kill but it's an optical illusion This is an invasion of purified creation I'm star gazing blazing
in my eyes when I'm sleep I made a vow to the streets at a very young age That I would always use my knife and I would let my gun blaze Got niggaz that
'll haunt ya And trap ya, wake Blaze up from the dead to bitch slap ya I lay in my bed, shoot Roman Candles at the ceiling I like the fire that rains
ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the "Alice May". And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, And I looked at my frozen chum, Then "Here" said I
with the wrong one Call Dre tell that nigga I'm on one Aftermath nigga we blaze cuban cigars Drive foreign cars into the stars Fuck bitches at our leisure
flowers and wounds My laughter, the Devil would frighten The sun, she would come and beat me back down But every cruel day had its nightfall I'd welcome the stars
money in their hands Those girls on their heels sound like horses to me Army is waiting to conquer the sundown Blazes, the rain and the sun is at war
like a frog with his arms and legs outspread I gazed at the coffin I'd brought for him and I gazed at the gruesome dead And at last I spoke Bill liked
got a myriad of colour I love to stare at And I'm told Fred Flinstone was the very first dead head. I'm stoned as ten Bob Marleys and my eyes are blazing
And the drum is beating slow And I hear you speak so clear Well a slicing through the fear Setting all the beacons blazing, baby oh And it's staring
