Besedila:
Anything Box Soul On Fire

is on fire My soul will burn My heart is on fire My soul will burn My heart is on fire My soul will burn My heart is on fire My soul will burn If this

on black interior exterior He gon' be worth about twelve Talkin' about you was savin' it for your little nephew to scatter Nigga don't you know anything

a fire just waiting for fuel There's a fire just waiting for fuel There's a fire just waiting for fuel There's a fire just waiting for fuel There's a

day - cold breath will surely fly away. Is the empire of sensation locked in a black box deep in me, encoded there somehow? It fires the imagination to fly on

Manhattan They discovered a slave cemetery there And may their souls rest easy now that lynching has been frowned upon And we've moved on to the electric

Nas, Jay-Z) [Ludacris] I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop Yeah, I do it for hip-hop Now this is what they call poetry in motion My soul bleeds on

so what you wanna do when it's on like that in a chill when we steal and your soul get snatched out ya body catch me with a semi on cop been in your

anything goes Catch them in the club throwing pretty ass bows Long John draws Long John stalls Any stank puss Makes my long John Pause Women on the cell

what you wanna do when it's on like that in a chill when we steal and your soul get snatched out ya body catch me with a semi on cop been in your block