Fire Land
I'm in fire land
Oh I don't even really know how to describe it man
I'm burning burning burning burning burning burning burning burning burning burning
I'm in fire land
Give me a word
Give me a tune
Give me a light
Tell me I'm wrong
Know that it hurts
Know I deserve go and tell me I'm right
Watching me climb
You see me trying taking one step at a time
Hoping I die
I'm in my bed and I'm thinking that I had me one hell of a life
I had the summer to think about the changes that I had to go and commit
For a life full of people who's telling me dreaming is dead and best thing for me is to quit
And I promise that I got a name on a bullet for everyone just as I'm filling the clip
And you think that I'm kidding I'm loaded I'm like a seatbelt and I'm keeping that bitch on My hip
Like that's that ratchet shit
Make a nigga fold go grab that stick
Shoot a little wood like nigga what's good
I can pop up in your hood like that's my bitch
Driving down the street I can wrap my shit
More than a diamond I can flash my wrist
If you see me up don't tag that pic
Just turn the other way and go about your day
Cause I'm in fire land
Oh I don't even really know how to describe it man
I'm burning burning burning burning burning burning burning burning burning burning
I'm in fire land
I'm in fireland
Look I'm dying man
I try to rest but all I hear is sirens
I try to rest but all I hear is sirens
So I guess it's fuck me cause these niggas they think I'm sweet or some
But where's that energy when I pop up and I ain't seeing none
My life is like an album and niggas think I'm a feature
I send they ass to the ether on notions that they believe in one
And I'm a pyromaniac born up out of the flame
As I pour a quarter of La La I'm sitting back as I think
In a room full of my misfits to you know them as gang
I'm morphing maybe like Morbius make me bring out the fangs
If everyone played the game fair there wouldn't be many losers
You find dirt under nails just know I was getting to it
This world full of the cruel but yet to meet the cruelest
Good and evil incarnate I'm God and Satan's nuisance
I'm masochistically mutant you doubt it well let me prove it
Bruce Willis got nothing on me died harder than any movie
My funeral celebrating my many sides like a Rubix
While purgatory is melting the perfect story you knew
That I'm fireland
I don't even really know how to describe it man
Burning burning burning burning burning burning burning burning burning burning
Burning burning burning burning burning burning burning burning burning burning
Oh I don't even really know how to describe it man
I'm burning burning burning burning burning burning burning burning burning burning
I'm in fire land
Give me a word
Give me a tune
Give me a light
Tell me I'm wrong
Know that it hurts
Know I deserve go and tell me I'm right
Watching me climb
You see me trying taking one step at a time
Hoping I die
I'm in my bed and I'm thinking that I had me one hell of a life
I had the summer to think about the changes that I had to go and commit
For a life full of people who's telling me dreaming is dead and best thing for me is to quit
And I promise that I got a name on a bullet for everyone just as I'm filling the clip
And you think that I'm kidding I'm loaded I'm like a seatbelt and I'm keeping that bitch on My hip
Like that's that ratchet shit
Make a nigga fold go grab that stick
Shoot a little wood like nigga what's good
I can pop up in your hood like that's my bitch
Driving down the street I can wrap my shit
More than a diamond I can flash my wrist
If you see me up don't tag that pic
Just turn the other way and go about your day
Cause I'm in fire land
Oh I don't even really know how to describe it man
I'm burning burning burning burning burning burning burning burning burning burning
I'm in fire land
I'm in fireland
Look I'm dying man
I try to rest but all I hear is sirens
I try to rest but all I hear is sirens
So I guess it's fuck me cause these niggas they think I'm sweet or some
But where's that energy when I pop up and I ain't seeing none
My life is like an album and niggas think I'm a feature
I send they ass to the ether on notions that they believe in one
And I'm a pyromaniac born up out of the flame
As I pour a quarter of La La I'm sitting back as I think
In a room full of my misfits to you know them as gang
I'm morphing maybe like Morbius make me bring out the fangs
If everyone played the game fair there wouldn't be many losers
You find dirt under nails just know I was getting to it
This world full of the cruel but yet to meet the cruelest
Good and evil incarnate I'm God and Satan's nuisance
I'm masochistically mutant you doubt it well let me prove it
Bruce Willis got nothing on me died harder than any movie
My funeral celebrating my many sides like a Rubix
While purgatory is melting the perfect story you knew
That I'm fireland
I don't even really know how to describe it man
Burning burning burning burning burning burning burning burning burning burning
Burning burning burning burning burning burning burning burning burning burning
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Writer(s): Marcus Greene
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