will, Hear our faintest cry, And He will, answer by and by; Now when you, Feel a little pary'r wheel turning, And you, know a little fire is burning
fork to use but she couldn't dance So he hipped her to the funk in exchange for the finance Who's pimpin' who if nobody gets a second chance? This is
much I cheat from you, now You're standing too close to me now What am I supposed to do? Back from Polaris to Paris to Northern Lights Real life is
eyes brown shawty so gold n so is my crown baby COLOR ME BAD shawty toes red n so is my flag purple in my bag n shawty hair black so is that
minds and let us take control It's up to you Come on now, we can party all night It's up to you We can have a good time, baby It's up to you The time is
was wrong Life is lonely again And only last year everything seemed so sure Now life is awful again A thoughtful of hearts could only be a bore A week in Paris
burn today I burn today Our house was filled with many birds She said to me, "I can understand their words The land will shake, so run away" I burn today I burn
City, tippin big dick hoes Panties on the back seat, I don't know whose shit that is Condoms and phone numbers, I don't know whose shit that is F'real
never going back there again This crazy world is rarely black and white Sometimes right seems wrong but wrong feels right Follow your heart but don't you get burned
dates and documents The soul searchers wheel and deal If you're looking for repentance They'll hand you down a sentence Far away in Pittsburgh or Paris
, burn away the Christmas tree Best friends sometimes steal the gifts they give He used to chase me round from London town Christmas Day, New York, Paris
They burned down Troy to get you back! Young thing, beauty queen, baby got back They burned down Troy to get you back! Young thing, beauty queen, baby
seeks shelter But eventually burns by the light of day Loyalty, comradery, sincerity Words non existing in Thy book Your Trojan Horse shall burn Regardless
a minuit Passer l'ete a Paris Quand on s'aime (We can walk in the rain Take the tea at midnight Spend the summer in Paris When we love each other ...)
grown wiser with age And I have learned Not all that glitters is gold So at the risk of sounding somewhat bold Those red hot objects of love Can get you burned
bleed out through our hands That's how it was on the first day We saw Paris in flames The lower east side is a jukebox Playing the deadman's crescendo The needle is
rain Here in this collapsed lung of a borough There is no sunlight The sunlight is manufactured in a windowless room Distant and incoherent Businessmen hang themselves (CHORUS 1) The lower east side is
more day closer to this next digit cant stop now im a mash for the rash with this open casket or your burn my ashes knowing long lasting this life is