Gamblin' with your life, you gettin' close to the grave Sorry Lord, the Devil got a hold of me, baby Knew I shouldn't have never let you close to me, baby Clutchin' on my fire, you never know these days I be clutchin' on my fire, you never know these

'Cause I can see 20/20 You just can't disguise Oooh, the fire in your eyes 20/20 There's no way to hide From my sweet love tonight You dress so formal like you don't even know Whatcha got underneath it Your straight-laced morals are just for show 'Cause

Death march! I insult the hypocrisy and Light your fire with your pain I give into the ecstasy But the cold dark remains I control my own destiny and I won't suffer in vain My enemy will not be the end of me

But you just licked the envelope Three cheers for my parents, Lonely failed experiments! I guess we'll have to move The neighborhood is on to us Let's join the little babes Throwin' rocks in front of us Riding on my bicycle I pass my sister on a bus

Bitches getting loose Real shit, I ain't never been a liar Money buy the power, I could buy all the real shit I ain't never been a liar Walk up to yo bitch, told 'er I'd buy 'er Nigga talk shit, I pull out the fire Loose off the goose, goose Turn up,

Fire breather, fire breather Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire Between a rock and a hard place Cold blooded with a stone face Born under a blood moon But the sun is coming up soon Got a Guns N Roses t-shirt, and never listened to the band Just being honest, I

Niggas fakin' only gonna inspire (Motivation) All yo hatin' in fuel to my fire (It's motivation) Niggas plottin' on the crown slowly drpopin' (It's motivation) Hey but I ain't slowin' down and I ain't stoppin' (Motivation) Now nigga don't stop my show

I should've been a cowboy I should've learned to rope and ride Stealin' the young girls' hearts Just like Gene and Roy Singin' those campfire songs Woah, I should've been a cowboy Wearin' my six-shooter, ridin' my pony on a cattle drive I bet you've

'Cause I'm on fire We don't run, run, run Can I get an amen I had to struggle to be gracious Now we can touch it We can taste it Can I get a little amen? No more running from the hangman

Lawyer talks, he's so correct, he is respect He learned how to make you feel safe And kill you with a smile And the food so fast, the hair so clean The moon so far, fire so weak All those words flying in the air Cannot see the stars Images, colors, like