What if god doesn't care? And we will burn your cities down We will burn your cities down America is a killing name It doesn't feel or discriminate Life is just a killing field It's all that's left, nothing's real Throw away your disposable past And fall

Wash my hands of this You know they're gonna burn it down You notice how God ain't even helping you out Why the hell don't you throw yourself away Baby's born on a bathroom floor Her mother prays that it'll never cry When they ask you'll say 'it isn't

We gonna let it burn burn burn burn When the lights turned down, they don't know what they heard Strike the match, play it loud, giving love to the world We'll be raising our hands, shining up to the sky 'Cause we got the fire, fire, fire, yeah we got

So D.J. spin the sounds There ain't no way that your gonna Groove all night Keep the boogie alright Get that sound Everybody just get on down Sit us down Gonna dance 'til we burn this disco out There's a steam beat

The way that that summer's just burning my mind It flashes on back so fast, oh The sun don't go, sun don't go down on that On top of the world The edge of a cliff Hands hanging on heaven, I remember the second I tasted your lips Sun don't go down on

We're building it up We can't wait To burn it to the ground And you were there at the turn To break it back down To burn it down And fan the flames As your blazes burn Waiting to let me know

Aye aye aye aye Me and the homies But I'm with the homies right now One day, it's gon' burn you out Everybody, everybody Everybody sit your bitch ass down and Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans, ya bitch Smoking on

I drive your truck Every back road in this town I find a field, I tear it up I roll every window down and I burn up Till all the pain’s a cloud of dust Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck Eighty-nine cents in the ash tray Half empty bottle of Gatorade

At that hangout my daddy used to hang around We watched it all go up in smoke until it all came down Just like after tabs and stooge and tables got turned To the only joint my momma ever burned The only joint my mother burned was on the rural route She

If you don't come we'll never know You stand off in the back You jump onto the bus And ride around with all of us And light it up 'til we burn it down Crowds that scream at superstars Where bouncers show their battle scars I've been the first to sign on