Besedila:
Ignite Burned Up

known in this bus I call my own Self made man all hours of the night, you don't lead a healthy life, again I'll burn tonight Burned up, my throat is

known in this bus I call my own Self made man all hours of the night, you don't lead a healthy life, again I'll burn tonight Burned up, my throat is

up Yeah, I'm a pyro So many houses, so little time So many reasons, I'm not a crime I'd like to set you up I'd like to set you up Ignition, they call

now I got this loaded twelve gage against your stomach You scarred for life and your whole high life's invited Burned alive it's all for real so tonight I ignite

in mint condition The power's up on my transistors Working fine, no glitches Plug me in and flip some switches Pull up in dragging position Pop the hatch and hit ignition Burn

Hi, hello, wake from thy sleep God has given your soul to keep All of the power that burns in the flame Ignites the light in a single name Frederick,

bleed like humans, towns run By young guns, Outlawz and truants, shit's deep Turn eighteen, burn my will when I go Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin

boom, babe So supersonic once you get to taste the chronic More than you'll ever need You ignite me and I'll ignite you And once all the sheets burn

it's a pole up in this bitch a pole a motherfunckin pole A god damn nigga you done burned my hand with that shit oh damn we done fuck the nigga Caddilac up