Texty:
Rocking Chairs Burning

Just a-losin'my head in this waiting game Without you, baby there's nothin' else Without you, baby my world stands still 'Cause I'm burning, well I'm burning Hey I'm burning, burning

they try and break me S'cuse me While I tend to how I feel These things return to me That still seem real Now deservingly This easy chair But the rocking

listen and consume. I'm a prisoner of doom. [Verse 1: (Madchild)] Star issue. Scar tissue. I wish you would die, I'll miss you. Sittin' in the chair

we wasn't it but be popping now Popping now, people love us when we dropping the sound Come to your hood, we be rocking your town Go to the show we rocking

your little knees while you take a nap And oh but we were silly for half an hour or more Me with my long legs draggin' on the floor I rocked rocked rocked

, dreaming, scheming, breathing, reading, all in the late night Shaking, boiling, lacing, bake it, shaping, shaving, gotta get this cake right As I serve it, you just burn

the air 'Cuz bitch this ain't no Rosewood Nigga take another round Slipped up, chopped up, fucked, lights out Claim where I claim, hang where I hang Burn where I burn

such a crime When did I lose all The reasons for this rhyme So many questions burning In this heart of mine A thousand memories Of when and where Four walls and a rocking chair

pocket full of bullets, a hair trigger .38 I'm gonna put some daylight through that door I will burn this house down, before I go insane Use that rockin' chair