The flower grew the wall Displaying all of his colour The motive wasn't clear But you wouldn't understand Now we're getting on like fire With matchsticks
翻訳: 平面人々. 火.
think it's for you? You think you read minds? You better watch where you're putting those hands, You better stop if you're making more plans 'Coz everything
realized one day that he didn't have to stay That he could move as far away as planes could fly He chuckled as he mused About the people who had rused
boots When it comes to graduation, he's number one An expert with a rifal and also a gun Three weeks on the beat and his weak nerves crack And fires
love or loves release, in private invocations. But all that is changed now, Gone like a memory from the day before the fires. People hungry for the
show vagina shes a lair but damn she does it well we on fire imagine what it?ll sell all my homies are people that I admire small click of real niggas smokin that fire
this thing forever Ain't no limits on night flyin', aw, just get on down Soul people, get on down, yo love's showin' Soul people, yo love's showin' Soul people
files from galactical planets Writing interplanet code Thoughts get transported From neanderthal skulls Digital food malls Telemarketing people With
Special people squeeze the breeze Special people slice their knees Special people soak up fire Special people climbing higher Special people create belief Special people
the lepers Play their ukuleles all day long And anyone on the street Will gladly shave your back for a nickel! Wacka wacka, doo doo, yeah! Well, let me tell you, people
taught my seeds proper I love my mother and father equal But I did damage to so many people So much evil it's hard to see through the dark Gotta fight fire with fire
time I caught up with the game Making good music making paper making change [Chorus] [T.I.] I put on gasoline drawers I stood in the fire With enough heat to set the hood on fire
Robert's got a quick hand. He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan. He's got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid
It's time for me to make a move And I know what I gotta do 'Cause I got everything to prove I got a plan I'm sticking to The word is out all over town
My paper planes makin' her dance Get dirty all night, that's part of my thing Keep buildin' castles that's made out of sand She's amazin', the fire blazin
stole all your money, and all your songs Done you like a hoe and then sent your ass home One punk came and went Had to fire the hoe, but I'm still a
