my mind oh yeah Feel the fire Burning what's left of my soul Feel the fire Now that your touch has gone cold Feel the fire Burning what's left of my
a warrior" we victorious, they'll never take the joy from us [Kid Cudi] Keep you hands up, get mine up don't let them take your fire Keep you hands up
don't really care It's like that sometimes, man, ridiculous Life can be sometimes ridiculous I'm so appalled, Spalding ball Balding Donald Trump taking dollars from y'all Baby you're fired
three French horns... uh... (The Wolf! It's the Wolf!) Right! The Wolf. Seymore the Wolf.... The kettle drum and bass drum represent the sub-machine-gun fire
, yeah (Vicious, vicious) Yeah, Yeah I'm ready to fight now, fire to fire Hit for hit now, blow for blow The road is vicious, but I'll be victorious
s still blue without clouds in sight At the end of the tunnel there's always a light Things aren't always what they seem to be What feels like defeat may be victory
I am the man Anyone who feel they could see me is in dire need of a eye exam My mind expands wider than the fanbase of a fire band And what I release
name Voorhees, first name Jason! Like a loaded pistol boy ain't nothin' to play with! You don't want no problems, the drama be too horrendous Fuck you and your feelings
dart I can lay a verse that'll soften a killer's heart As fire as a five alarm blaze that's too hot to be holding You feel the heat once the flame pumps
Ohh, the fire, the fire Ohh, the fire, the fire There's something in your heart And it's in your eyes It's the fire, inside you Let it burn You don'
Oh Lord, take me higher Never liked fire, I can't stay here I gotta get ready, gotta get ready Time has drawn near When Gabriel begins to blow Victory
about to tear it up Before you let your top back, get your bread up Made history, but now we claiming victory Get you out the White House, so back to your efficiency Suckers feel
swear to God I'm gonna kill quick Cause when you fuck with my nigga then it's some real shit So if you feel you wants to get something off of your back
desire And while a few could do just as they pleased I saw kids whose bellies were all on fire When all is dead and war is over When hollow victory has
See the light The perfect balance you must find It's the same way in life Victory, victory, victory Victory, sweet, oh, victory, sweet Victory, sweet, can you feel it? Victory
what out what you say I know some niggas that'll do your mama I'ma hittin it from behind till the day I expire Heatin it up and bringin the fire you
like a trick hand, sinkin em like quicksand Makin the competition feel like they need a kickstand to support what they thought would've brought them some type of victory
