is a building Which is on fire, on fire When my love stands next to your love I can't define love, when it's not love It's not love, it's not love Which
is my face Which is a building Which is on fire - on fire It's not love It's not love Which is my face Which is a building Which is on fire - on fire
翻訳: トーキングヘッズ. 愛 - オンファイアビル.
翻訳: トーキングヘッズ. オンファイア（愛はになる）ビル.
I'm standin' on the roof of my building I'm feelin' the whirlwind of beef, I inhale it Just like an acrobat ready to hurl myself through the hoops of fire
a very little girl, our house caught on fire I'll never forget the look on my father's face As he gathered me up in his arms And raced through the burning building
a girl Our house caught on fire And I'll never forget the look on my father's face As he gathered me in his arms And raced to the burning building out on
high above your head Darling, don't you see? While this has been hard enough on you It's been hard enough on me Can't stand the thought of another Talking
dog for 'em) And put your ass on 'em (Shake it like a dog for 'em) Go 'head and spaz on 'em (Shake it like a dog for 'em) Now put the mash on 'em (Shake
lap, a head with no hair Beats freestylin' but all we can talk Rhymin' with force, till the jokes get corpsed Tools on my waist, and a frown on my face
breathing I can tell you got no Stamina You came on stage with your bow legged walk Grey hairs on your head and that slur in your talk From the start
back in tha building They call me streets, so call me streets If u call on reach, im on the streets And im hungry like a dog on unleash But im a tiger
[Flo Rida] You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down [Kesha] You spin my head right round, right round When you
love You, love You as You are" I can't figure out this love thang Though we've talked about it all before But the truth about this love thang No one
doin man huh? Huh? [The fuck you talkin to?] Talkin to you man! Talkin to you what? [You ain't talkin to me] What the fuck you talkin about?
a girl, our house caught on fire And I'll never forget the look on my father's face As he gathered me in his arms And raced to the burning building out on
...but dead still Word is still born...I will not stoop to the level of the stoop that y'all chill on If the building's boarded up and the children of
comes Run baby run baby run Because this metro is destined for ruin Let go of that echo baby what are you pursuing Priorities are twisted head's not on
