Storm Fire
You have to meet me in the eyes of the storm fire
If you start thinkin' that you forgotten
Forgotten all the people back where you came from
Stick around here and you'll soon learn something
When the world's on fire
Fire gonna keep on burnin' on higher
Will you help me out when the world is on fire
Fire gonna keep on burning on higher
Fire gonna burn
Sippin' pon the waters from the fountain of youth
The worlds on fire who's gon' save it from it's doom
They trty to box you in na care bout' di room
I pray to the lord, may salvation come soon
To hot for them to strike a match, them boys wiser now
Supply comes in much demand, it's more fire sound
Count the number of rounds from the hot revolver
Look at the storm fire bubbling up like lava, and who gon' stop em'
Throw up the signal like the bat of Gotham
And ima show up in all black, no problem
Tell me how it feels when your joy is low and your pockets tight
We always begging for light when the curtains are closed
I tell em' sit in their seats and make room for the show
Eyes wide open as the smoke rises
You see the fire in my iris
Feel the love when it goes away
Ain't no fire's light to keep the storm at bay
Don't take cover when it comes your way
Drown in love
When the world's on fire
Fire gonna keep on burnin' on higher
Would you help me out if the world was on fire
Fire gonna keep on burnin on higher
Fire gonna burn
Fire gonna burn
Fire gonna burn
If you start thinkin' that you forgotten
Forgotten all the people back where you came from
Stick around here and you'll soon learn something
When the world's on fire
Fire gonna keep on burnin' on higher
Will you help me out when the world is on fire
Fire gonna keep on burning on higher
Fire gonna burn
Sippin' pon the waters from the fountain of youth
The worlds on fire who's gon' save it from it's doom
They trty to box you in na care bout' di room
I pray to the lord, may salvation come soon
To hot for them to strike a match, them boys wiser now
Supply comes in much demand, it's more fire sound
Count the number of rounds from the hot revolver
Look at the storm fire bubbling up like lava, and who gon' stop em'
Throw up the signal like the bat of Gotham
And ima show up in all black, no problem
Tell me how it feels when your joy is low and your pockets tight
We always begging for light when the curtains are closed
I tell em' sit in their seats and make room for the show
Eyes wide open as the smoke rises
You see the fire in my iris
Feel the love when it goes away
Ain't no fire's light to keep the storm at bay
Don't take cover when it comes your way
Drown in love
When the world's on fire
Fire gonna keep on burnin' on higher
Would you help me out if the world was on fire
Fire gonna keep on burnin on higher
Fire gonna burn
Fire gonna burn
Fire gonna burn
Credits
Writer(s): Casey Simmons
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