fear that brings your eyes forever near Look-y, look-y, look-y here Burn away the fog of fear Chorus: Days and days on end Ain't the wind on fire, don
my hand uhh [Verse 3:] Look... I got few days left And I'm a make use of every single one Untill every singles done and till every record is sold And till every string
men raise your hands and deliver All the superstitions to which we all cling While high minds in Geneva ponder e8 vs. string The sun hides itself, concealing
He dream, visualize, plot and scheme Got the cream legally without the beam Witcha fire eye drive slow, 8-5-0 Jet black tint still, they might know Who the cat controllin the strings
As I flew from the pyramid In the last game of my life A string of taillights on a dark and dusty dirt road Bon fire burning back a Tommy Collar?s
Made a wrong turn Once or twice Dug my way out Blood and fire Bad decisions That's alright Welcome to my silly life Mistreated, misplaced, missundaztood
And I wrap my arms around me And think of times gone by I used to share my fate with you Wrapped in a robe of fire Inhale - exhale All that matters -
bone thugs, nigga don't test mine to the redline/ but like my MO Thug niggas they BOSS show EM THE GUNLINE, GUNLINE Caught in the line of fire boy if
a gauge is how I'll guard this Quietly I sit plottin hits like a lunatic Waitin for a bitch to start some shit so I can hit'em With a string of bullets
-ts. Oh, my god! There she blows! Aerodynamically this bitch was a mess. Otto eyeballed the diva lying comatose amongst the reeds, and he suddenly felt the fire
-ts. Oh, my god! there she blows! Aerodynamically this bitch was a mess. Otto eye-balled the diva lying comatose amongst the reeds, And he suddenly felt the fire
. Oh, my god! there she blows! Aerodynamically this bitch was a mess. Otto eye-balled the diva lying comatose amongst the reeds, And he suddenly felt the fire
a throwback skirt I'm that bad bitch, rocks Benz on bladez Rocks on my wrist like Pink Lemonade Keep ya watches and ya rings, tell them other girls Lil' mama rockin' strings
know I play by rules an I'm ma keep on At least that the plan but if you keep on I might be forced to leave game alone (You hot like fire) It hurts
money then clap in the air [Chorus:] Fire in a hole! Fire in a hole! (yo) Fire in a hole! [3X] Fire in a hole! (yo) Fire in a hole! Fire in a hole! (yo) Fire
You could bet that Never gotta sweat that [x4] You could be the lover I'll be the fighter babe If I'm the blunt You could be the lighter babe Fire
Dixie got history You sittin' on 32's we sittin' on 60's Mud tires and barbed wire you drive for hours You won't see nothin' But palm trees and wild fires