can't go back When a heart gets broke this many times It's easy to lose track Takin' all this pain And you know I can't regain The flame, oh, the flame
Tulkojums: Black Keys. Flame.
can't go back When a heart gets broke This many times It's easy to lose track Takin' all this pain And you know I can't regain The flame, oh the flame
't do the right thing Only God knows what the future might bring Nigga, might be shot, nigga, might be tri-flamed Nigga, might survive, if he 'bout that right flame
the D R, A G, dash O N, slash often Come on, burnin' niggas often They call me drag-on, I'm hot scorchin' Keep the block roastin' Light a dutch wit the flames
not to shoot, but they break ya vertebrae with boots Ten o'clock news flash, 'Bis and G Rap All punch bullets are lookin for them niggaz in black Lean
as a youth I was laundering the stoop Underneath the nose and the Feds had no clue I was pushing keys in a V with no roof Rich, black, two big guns
fights now we gotta try to relax with the srap even we sent deebo back to back to back We still be buildin' stacks and packs rollin through the blacks black
Birdgang and the Birdman J, Lil Wayne Here to hang, other words here to stay, feel my pain Fireman, i spark and i rain, i hark through the flames Yeah
to blow like a match to a bomb I set fire to the web, Match dot com We going up, you coming? better grab my arm To the place I ran, I'm the black Saddam
Crack, got the women selling their ass Crack, what the feins use to get high And the hustlers move to get by That's why the song called crack I'ma blow like propaine because the flow flames
Did you see that lady there? They stripped her to her underwear She took it one step further and stripped to bare Through the rising flames and smoke
blood of a million matyrs while celebration ringing in the heavens grows strong the keys to the seven gates of Hell lie momenterally unguarded. Raging flames
m steppin', representin' the weapon Sex, money and murder - have it, got it and do it Set it, plot it to get it Southeast BX, the Soundview area Black
over matter turns handcuffs into sand It's contained in a flame and it lives in a heartbeat So fuck this party man, give me the car keys I wanna give
fuck with weezy Hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy Hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy Baby, let me get the keys to the rover No, let me get the keys to the
Verse 1: Young mane for President I'd probably paint the white house black if it was my residence Bush back in office some niggas feel that's irrelevant
