I feel my fire starts to burn The heat controlling my mind Sent from home overseas And into the unknown Barely landed in the jungle Sent on first patrol Sundown darkness falls Dig in for the night Ambushed in the dawn they came

When I look at you it's like I've been baptised It's so spiritual like I've been sanctified Oh I'm drunk in love and you're Beyoncé Let's get it on All I gotta say is I feel like a rolling stoner Don't think I can keep my composure Girl, until the night

Red Mercedes beam, it's a different type This shit so clean, I put that on my life With my niggas in my red Mercedes Attitude like fuck you, pay me Rolling deeper than Adele when we go out If the ladies show up, then we show out With my girl in my red

Louder than the DJ Louder, louder, louder than the DJ Faster, faster, faster than the airwaves Someone said a long time ago Rock 'n' roll would never grow old She still got the fire left in her bones The lights go down, the crowd explodes The party's

Some heads are gonna roll If the man with the power Can't keep it under control You can look to the left and Look to the right But you will live in danger tonight When the enemy comes he will Never be heard He'll blow your mind and not say a word

I'm so hot for her and she's so cold I'm so hot for her, I'm so hot for her I'm the burning bush, I'm the burning fire I'm the bleeding volcano She's so cold she's so cold She's so cold, she's so cold I dare not touch her my hand just froze I'm so hot

Let me know, let me know-know-know Let me know, let me know, let me know If you decide just for a night that you might want to roll Girl, I know you want to Won't you come and slide through Have you home by 5'ish Tell me that you'd like to Hold you

Keep moving on Let the engines roll It's time to burn it down Face your fear Accept your war Keep bleeding on 'til the day you die Forever love it loud, Hellfire, doom

They don't know who we be Another one of those (This is for my nigga Q) Down to earth joints (Rest in peace, baby You know how we roll) What they don't know is The bullshit, the drama (uh), the guns, the armor (what!)

Let it roll if we got the gas We let it rip when we got the money It gets wild yeah but that's the way we get down Little Jimmy Jackson is jackin' up his Bronco He's gonna lay a little rubber later on at the truck pull All the girls are getting' pretty