tracks to burn I stay on my J O B Nigga, me, P Diddy, B R O B The more hits we make, more money to burn The more fame we get, niggas get concerned It
don't matter how much I earn Cos I always get my fingers burned When the man gets down to his business And I've been searching for a reason Why I have
Your words burn, they're melting What we have, I'm breaking down No reason, no warning, no love lost You might as well Take our pictures off the walls
Just have to take a different tact To where I'm at And the only thing I really learned Is how to break my fall And before I get My fingers burned Before
for me to say that my heart ain't yearning To walk up in a church and believe the sermon But instead I spoke up and relieve the burning Hoping that He understands my reasons
it's been in a sence An extension for veteran rappers that are better than half Of the shit coming out right now It's all trash The torch is gonna burn
thinking, let go I know that you know, you want this love, You know that I know, You're thinking oh. (x2) [Lenny Harold, verse 2] Hey, it's burning
soldier, night time rider, 911 survivor,yeah I feel u, and who am I to try to keep hope alive When I'm seeing dead babies floating by Damn, burning
true in the prize, would you wait for me? All because you got burned, so you took what you needed Some will always turn away, say it's reason enough
the reason for the things that pleasure us To please ourselves, not pressure us To give our ego some pleasure time Can you imagine any reason To know
if the reason for The things that pleasure us To please ourselves Not pressure us To give our ego Some pleasure time Can you imagine Any reason To know
gotta push, they say we gotta shout Is this the way to keep our bonfires burning Sick feeling, sick reasoning, sick challenge you la la la la You can
burns Get the wind as it slowly turns Get the earth Get the sky Far away in the depths of Hawking's mind To the animal, primalistic grind You bring me reason
we sat for hours on the crimson sand Exchanges in the currency, of humans bought and sold And the leaders seem to lose control Shall we lose ourselves for a reason? Shall we burn
wait here for you, our reason to be here Soon oh soon the time All we move to gain will reach and calm Our heart is open, our reason to be here Long
hundred cars Behind somebody's daddy's barn Batteries draining blasting those radios Another long lost summer night Out past some no trespassing signs Burning
arrow through my heart A feeling so strong A scarlet fever burns my soul From this moment on Can't shake this fever from my mind It burns away all
cars, and hot clothes This is the life, nigga that's the life I wouldn't have it any other way Yeah, gun play burning loves the one die Makes me cry