Texty:
Burning Heads Promises

third world When we gonna learn? Who we gonna turn to? The promises they make The call for attention Compassion is the fashion Free to earn, our pockets burn

Down south. In the south, they used to call her Mother Antie She said No Mrs. Just Antie She said if anybody ever called her Antie she'd burn the whole

boys We're here to make noise We're here to make noise Nigga, we're here to make noise With VA and Detroit boys Come on, come on Twin Nina Ross sisters, promise

seeds, no stizzicks The ultimate experience like Jimmy Hendrix I like to roll up, cowboy tradition Or burn a Peace Pipe, and Cythe like the Injins Or burn

save Plenty of fat uniformed rats with below average size cocks That slither through cell locks in the night Lactating tits being licked, left and right Plenty of coochie burning

truth) So we never say never, no Promise I'm never getting back with you After all the shit you put me through Had to learn, let to burn, I was firm

burn for this Ain't no lesson to learn from this There's nothing I'ma earn for this But it sure is fun! I said it sure is fun! I'm probably gonna to burn

tonight There's a reckless feeling in your heart as you head out tonight Through the concrete canyons to the midtown light Where the latest neon promises are burning

a happy house Oh this is fun These are angel eyes Nights ends so much quicker than the days did Same pose, are you ready for your day shift This place will burn