just passing by, We're fine now nevermind, Far away from hate, Every minute we take, Before the fall, We know there's nowhere to land, Nice time to fall
I hate seagulls and I hate being sick I hate burning my finger on the toaster and I hate nits I hate falling over, I hate grazing my knee I hate picking
time you touch the spray paint can Michelangelo's soul controls your hand Then serenades of blue and red and the beauty of the rainbow fills your head
I said, "Yeah, I see. But you don't understand what I really mean." Look at the manifest list It got my name down A bald head for the cool crown How you
lit match All these jealous-ass niggas acting sheisty Better tongue kiss magic johnson before they tell me I'm nice But that's aiight, northside e, conceited times
before time, move hands before time Like Don Bluth I made The Land Before Time Some MC's think they're nice, but not hardly That's what they "Say Say
So you know if I hate fucking water sprinklers, I don't love the hose Someone let the cat out the bag, now it's time to stuff his face Back in that bitch
And took her, I know she used to be yours Now she's riding on the bus with us and doing tours Along with some other little runts We call her a fall girl
and yell louder. I see a city on a hill, I see the only way to be filled, mighty rushing wind around us, Holy Spirit burn within us. [Chorus:] Burn. Burn. Burn
All this nigga know is, get money burn a lot of smokes Lazy niggas was sleepin', I was wide awoke Not a joke, creep on snitches, niggas gotta choke When it's time
fule kno that Any fule kno that Any fule kno that Won't it be nice When everything falls into place Salad days go a tickling by Have a high time, burn
fall for okey-dokey Don't quote me boy, cause I ain't said shit I'm just spittin liquid in the middle of the pit Turn it up a bit, burn it up and hit
cleaning the oven! robby ray: wait a minite whats that on the corner of your mouth?!Have you been eating the burn bits off the burner pan again?! Miley
Brazilian candy, from Miami Masseuse, wedding ring on, lovin' Celine Dion Hate rap, told me where she get caked at She's a part time dancer, part time
your home You can live only by death Worship Satan with the rest Burning bodies fall from the sky Horrid glances in thir eyes Glowing numbers on their heads
car still rattling and shaking as if with a mind of it's own, unwilling To die The man, 40ish, also after a time, an agonisingly painful period of time
