Lyrics:
This the type of art I display for the homies
Turn it into gold buss down into rollies
While they on the block and the cops on patrollies
Imma give
on Wednesday night
Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind
Without a reply, I left by the moon
Turn, turn, turn again
And was in his chambers
By
by the boat
I blow up Mulsanne on this smoke
Jet fuel plane boat
Flood my watch face with the crystal meth
No tints Wraith nigga
Grown man cape
defeat
Don't need you, fuck camaraderie, this rage will never go away
Hatred fuels my blood, I'll burn ya down (you can't help me)
One king to watch
motorized apocalypse
See metal crunch and hear it
Highway death by motor spirit
Light the fuel
Propagate oxygen and heat
Deify motor spirit
Kiss
(cye) (Imma turn into sumthen)
I been through the pain, been through the sufferin (Whoop, Whoop, Whoop)
I made it my fuel, I'm ready to crush it,
Rush
you don't
Get me, feel me, want me
Like me, love me, need me
Tonight, you're fuel for my fire
You can't stop desire, oh oh oh oh
Stop desire,
Count your blessings
Bal' izibusiso zakho
Count your blessings
Count your blessings
Zibale z'benazinye
Name them one by one
Count your blessings
Bal'
In and out the country never feel at home
Awake by night, asleep by day
Ridiculous
I'm like a jet-lagged bird
It's in my heritage, my blood-line
that's fuel for the rocket
Came from the gravel and now I rock it
Took my heart I bottled it locked it
Treat my last track like a pizza top it
Yea I'm bout
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Oh
Oh, oh
Day in, day out
Sidewalk sleepers turn about
Day by day the work gets done
Day by day another war goes on
Tell me, where are we
I drive, and push
I drive, and push
I'm gonna try big city to get over you
I'm gonna drive you crazy ti'll I'm out of fuel
I'm gonna treat you
[Intro]
Caution fuel
Caution fuel
Caution fuel
Caution fuel
[Strophe 1]
Somewhere downtown you'll hear a scream
Some fainted kid went to extremes
Used to have to scrape to get by (yeah)
Now my community's gated and I
Made it and my neighbors say hi (say hi)
I'm givin' 'em pounds, I'm upscale now
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
Turn it up, well
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody in di club
Uh uh
Grr grr grr
Uh uh uh grr
It's kweezy
Uh uh
Grrrr
It's kweezy
Grr grrr
High quality gas I'm pumpin da fuel
Kweezy getting pounds by the two
Certainly let me be your kerosene
I will add fuel to your fire if you let me
I'll be your medicine
Girl I got the remedy
Girl I got the remedy
by cause I ain't got hublot
People tryna push me, I don't give a fuck!
People tryna fool me, I don't give a fuck!
I just know tonight, I'm gonna turn
fuel the flame when it rains down
How I cruise away when I can’t smile
I just do my thing in a secluded state
It might not work for you but shit it do
Wait! Why are you going away from me?
From this corner of the sky
This fairy tale has not come to end
Please don't turn off the light
I feel that
Start this fire
Fuel my desire
I ain’t lying
When I say you’re the one I need (Yeah)
Nobody’s near you
Clear up in the review
Baby let me hear you
energy and turn it into something positive
And use it as our motherfucking fuel
So you are my butane, and I am yours
Ayo! Turn it up a bit bruh
Yuhhh
(Mmm, Darkboy) What What
Full of Mischief call me Loki
Talkin' my shit ion keep it Loki
Cosplay shorty be frying up
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