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Roman Candle Other

I was down at my favorite watering hole with a buddy of mine that was out on parole and we were flipping through the jukebox, talking how wed been

be a special lady And a very exciting girl, I don't know She had the high-glow's switchin' See her in the club you hear others chicks bitchin' But Dawn

I'll haunt ya And trap ya, wake Blaze up from the dead to bitch slap ya I lay in my bed, shoot Roman Candles at the ceiling I like the fire that rains

Grit their teeth and cock the hammer up inside the dance hall Thugs, here's another sample for niggas like ya'll Or for the ones who pass and light a Roman candle

We tore the books off of the shelves, we can't keep to ourselves. Burst like roman candles into a night of criminals! The butcher shop wore a coat of

than Yugoslavians Run up in your building, bust locks, and blow the lobby in Blazin since the sample dropped, never will the glamour stop Claimin that your vandle, when you seein Roman Candles

pulls me down, I'll be better off out of there; aerobatic spin around, I'll take my chances in the open air. Sycamore silk-worm wings or Roman Candle

She curves just like the wick Of a burning candle's dancing flame These vultures were in love, Always circling high above Picked each other apart, Hungry for the other

There were roman candles and Catherine wheels outside Inside, all was deadly quiet Corner cut, medium weight and I arrive late I caught you spelling baby