Lyrics:
Who are we fooling?
Hell is hot, fire is proven
To burn for eternity, return of the student
That never learned how to live right just by how to shoot
fire
Everything you drop is so tired
Music is supposed to inspire
How come we ain't gettin no higher?
Now tell me your philosophy
On exactly what
Just know you gonna be great like you always been destined
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
A little girl is waking up this
of a match pussy
I'm fire
This league needed a match so Smack booked me
But look, hold up
Did you ever hold up a gat pussy?
Real G's know how the AR feel
won't forget
Come Back Home, the album's name
Come Back Home gon' bring me fame
Tired of people playing games
Know who they are, won't mention names
I'm
love you, I'd hate you
I'm playing your stereogram
Singles remind me of kisses
Albums remind me of plans
Tonight it's love by the fire
The wind
you
I'm playing your stereogram
Singles remind me of kisses
Albums remind me of plans
Tonight it's love by the fire
The wind plays over the coals
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
to reintroduce myself
My name is Hov (oh), H to the O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov
to reintroduce myself
My name is Hov (oh), H to the O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov
like they represent the youth
I double up the tints, they got me blacking out the coupe
And nothing was the same since my Fire in the Booth
Shit, look
like
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da couple of bullets are comin' your way then it jam
Like god damn
Then I pick up somethin' quicker, start killin' everything
weezer cause i look just like buddy holly
Call me brendan sundstrom cause im making a fire album
No im not a rancher but yes im very jolly
If somebody diss
Boom, bash, wake up, I set it off right.
Look around, and turn your wet dream to fright night.
You can call me R and B, homies, which stands for
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
you don’t think so, you ain’t carin’
No opinions, only facts here
Only facts are what I’m sharin’
There’s a thing we have in common
I hope that you’re
I'm pouring, oh yeah
I look fire I know that I'm on fleek, yeah
Talk down on me, but you know I'm what you need, yeah
Listen to me, yeah, you are
to reintroduce myself
My name is Hov (oh), H to the O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov
Listen, Wiley
I told them youts I'm gone again
See the Devil ain't working
No more no more "vroom my long again"
And if I smell any fire in
And now coming down the aisle (uh)
Accompanied by no-motherfuckin'-body, it's young Bronny (it's me)
Yeah, steppin' to the plate like Barry with
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
a comeback like I'm Tony Parker
Call my assistant I need me cover
My album be fire
Ill still drop another one
You mimick my style
You got nothing on none of us
a Green Day concert, missing teeth, but I really wanted her so much
So I walked over, said, would you be mine
She said, are you mine? And I'm like, holy
flaw, how are bitches callin' me a clown
When you're the one with five pounds of fuckin' make up on
But I ain't playin' soft, y'all the ones who paints
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