Lyrics:
the sum of sons of the slums
Pardon my posts, just sick of the sun
Feeling guilty having fun when the rent due
And every breath from the lung feels
the feds almost got me
I had the Cuban posse all up in my room and lobby
Negotiation like an Illuminati network
Don't catch a body experts
Guts be throw up sipping on rum
We sing from the creed of a begger's last son
Cash fast fun, no life undone
Take what you need son cause you daddy made
frown child, don't you fret
'Cause fate ain't through you just yet
And though the Son surrendered to eternal night
He'll be back soon burning twice
a choke hold
losin' control bringing drama by the boatload
it takes drama
in the pillage now of cappadonna
my split persona hit their village
You look so good burning the sun
You look so good with fire in your eyes
You look so good fighting the sun
You look so good with bright in your eyes
life I was loved by you.
I know that I won't live forever,
But forever I'll be loving you.
Let the world stop turning.
Let the sun stop burning
take my place on the sun
And bury shadows one by one
Burning fire ignited soul
Lighting up the way to go
Facing all the things unknown
Laugh in the face
tough
With my man Jim Beam
I swing low like a chimp, back in '86
Then I was seein' a shrink
But now I'm humble and I can only think
About New
lettin' off much steam
In the Carhartt flannel and the dusty jeans, baby
I never was cool with James Dean, but I be hangin' tough
With my man Jim Beam
I
My mind will always keep on burning blue
Oh yeah
I'm burning blue
I'm burning blue
Ah a-ha
I'm burning blue
Ah a-ha
I'm burning blue
Baby don't you
(Yeah, it should go)
Burning up! My heart is like burnin' up!
Burning up! My heart is like burnin' up!
Burning up! My heart is like burnin' up!
(Yeah, it should go)
Burning up! My heart is like burnin' up!
Burning up! My heart is like burnin' up!
Burning up! My heart is like burnin' up!
Dusty desert driving 95
Fuel is burning stars flying by
Just like the time
Just like my life
And on this highway
Heaven passes by
There are no
fuerte delegado
Como Super2jim
Yeah nigga
Chupa mi pito
Suck on my dick nigga
That's bilingual for you bitch ass niggas who can't speak Spanish
Fuck beaner
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
collabora-tion
[Chorus:]
Can't you see my love even though we be with thugs
Brothers want grub gotta take it in blood
Because is you down or are you down just
the feds almost got me
I had the Cuban posse all up in my room and lobby
Negotiation like an Illuminati network
Don't catch a body experts
you've always wanted
Is the one I want to be
Burning
Thriving
Under a Midnight Sun!
Warm my blood
And turn this noose undone
Slave to no one
A man
for fun
Sun up to sun down, rollin' around
See where the BEES oughta be
Found and rollin' around
The defenders of your health
Crushin' my hip
I ain't lookin' back, nigga.
I'm a douchebag to these pussy ass niggas.
Hammer in my drawers but I nail yo bitch.
Blunts like fingers, I'm bout
supposed to be my
Then you should throw some
I got twin by me, call that Olsen
Never backing out, I’m really ‘bout to go son
Okay I’m on one (on one)
I
who burned me
The only thing I loved more was the sun
It was burning you, it was burning me
All summer long my skin turned red from your sunburn
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