well I really hope that this summer you will change your pursuit I don't mind, don't stand for you How about you, my new favorite thing The flashbulbs burn
so beautiful While they're marching in the gay parade They make friends with trees and animals They gather up all the countries flags And they burn them
now I know that there's no doubt I made it, I made it! [Verse 2 - Birdman] Yeah YM CMB baby Birdman Swagged out 100 Rooftop, hella choppa burning smoke
mastered and plastered till they started calling me sick bastard I'm drastic when it comes to reminding you who's responsible for the classic and I burn
God Nuke the kids, Polaroid cupcake Take it to the limit, new wave biscuit Camouflage gimmick, wimp out like never before Gonna jump like a flag, gonna burn
{This is song two on the album This is the album right here Burn the album} Tonight the city is full of morgues And all the toilets are overflowing There
you breathe You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve So shave your face with some mace in the dark Saving all your food stamps and burning
cry sounding Summon all at Cambria's Call The haughty for surrounding Men of Harlech on to glory See your banner famed in story, Waves these burning
't count Yeah, the real nigga blues Short sticks and long brooms Two feet planted whether it be the tomb or the courtroom Bullet wounds in my flesh Powder burns
Yea Buddy You Already know Taylor Gang Taylor Made Taylor Made Money Gang Yeaa, Bitch (laugther) The World Turns(World Turns) The Kush Burns(Burns)
city What it does after it crumbles and burns And it's in the blood of a hero To know where he goes he may never return yeah I'm standing under a white flag
Ok I'm leaning to the left flag in my right pockets star track fly, unidentified flying objects extraterrestrial I?m all about my decimels retarded in
from the blunts smoke decides who's next on me list, Can you feel the hiss from the snake movin' my direction? No U-Turn, you're gettin' burned from
(Gudda Gudda) Gudda Yeah, Ok Im leanin to the left, fla-flag in my right pocket Star Treck fly, unidentified flying objects Extraterrestrial I?m all
fucking Still riding through the hood all the homies say "Was [unverified]" Give me my props 'cause I always rock And I still gets cock when the fine hoes jock Still smoking Indo getting burned
fantasy. Fresh out of the academy. Five time loser, bust his head, make your day. Unlesss you're paid off then you look away. He burned a flag,
still on the high seas Smellin' that salt of the ocean breeze Feelin' that heat of the sun on my face with a 'Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of rum' When you see my flag
crease on wise fully feet harmly accriminate Futuristic kittens of the street all malfunction seats Crews stand like mannequins sportin' names is Tim's I'll make half your flaps burn