TO HAVE IS TO HOLD
Uh uh
Yeah yeah
Its been a long while
Its been three months and I haven't smiled
Yeah Yeah
Haven't smiled
Look
Writers block for three months I couldn't hack it
Its drastic, lost my flame and didn't have a matchstick
Tragic, strength sapped just by being static
Climatic, end of the road I walked down
And I don't know what to think, used to mask my pain with the drink
Now my eyes blink at the sight
Gonna fight for my freedom now my heads clear
Yesteryear I was aware that I never settled here
This country is cursed my nigga
Cursed since birth my nigga
All the fucking books that I learnt told me life ain't worth a pearl my nigga
Camus said life is absurd my nigga (absurd)
But I'm in a better place now even though my day foul
Deconstruct my thoughts into the waves now
Cause I ought to do better
Can't be alone forever
Uh
My fists are made of steel
My heart is made of stone
My tongue is made of gold
To have is to hold
My fists are made of steel
My heart is made of stone
My tongue is made of gold
To have is to hold
Yeah Yeah Uh
This shit knocks like
Welcome to the Burnout CD
Look
"What you say?"
My hopes are made of the broken dreams that I wrote in pen since I was 15
Spent most my days in a cage blinded by rage
Look at the stars and say
Nothing matters anymore
Done so much I'm getting bored
Working is the only chore
Burned out right there to my core
I never knew who I was
Fighting the roots of the evil I know people
Who think the defining feature
Of life is worth that the people
Gift them But that would be fucking shit then
I don't know what I'm saying but its a hit then
Like
Oh my god I've found a way to make all my problems go away
Its the secret formula I didn't even know it
Take a burnout CD to my head then I floor it like
Take a burnout CD to my head then I floor it like
Take a burnout CD to my head then I floor it like
"You're the lowest of the low
Your stance leaves you wide open
And your moves are totally inefficient
All in all your fighting style is a mess."
"You son of a-"
"I swear
You're the most undisciplined fighter I've ever known"
"Shut your damn mouth."
"And the only one I wasn't able to kill."
"Mugen is the name Pal."
"My name is Jin
You should remember it."
Yeah yeah
Its been a long while
Its been three months and I haven't smiled
Yeah Yeah
Haven't smiled
Look
Writers block for three months I couldn't hack it
Its drastic, lost my flame and didn't have a matchstick
Tragic, strength sapped just by being static
Climatic, end of the road I walked down
And I don't know what to think, used to mask my pain with the drink
Now my eyes blink at the sight
Gonna fight for my freedom now my heads clear
Yesteryear I was aware that I never settled here
This country is cursed my nigga
Cursed since birth my nigga
All the fucking books that I learnt told me life ain't worth a pearl my nigga
Camus said life is absurd my nigga (absurd)
But I'm in a better place now even though my day foul
Deconstruct my thoughts into the waves now
Cause I ought to do better
Can't be alone forever
Uh
My fists are made of steel
My heart is made of stone
My tongue is made of gold
To have is to hold
My fists are made of steel
My heart is made of stone
My tongue is made of gold
To have is to hold
Yeah Yeah Uh
This shit knocks like
Welcome to the Burnout CD
Look
"What you say?"
My hopes are made of the broken dreams that I wrote in pen since I was 15
Spent most my days in a cage blinded by rage
Look at the stars and say
Nothing matters anymore
Done so much I'm getting bored
Working is the only chore
Burned out right there to my core
I never knew who I was
Fighting the roots of the evil I know people
Who think the defining feature
Of life is worth that the people
Gift them But that would be fucking shit then
I don't know what I'm saying but its a hit then
Like
Oh my god I've found a way to make all my problems go away
Its the secret formula I didn't even know it
Take a burnout CD to my head then I floor it like
Take a burnout CD to my head then I floor it like
Take a burnout CD to my head then I floor it like
"You're the lowest of the low
Your stance leaves you wide open
And your moves are totally inefficient
All in all your fighting style is a mess."
"You son of a-"
"I swear
You're the most undisciplined fighter I've ever known"
"Shut your damn mouth."
"And the only one I wasn't able to kill."
"Mugen is the name Pal."
"My name is Jin
You should remember it."
Credits
Writer(s): James Rowley
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