Facing the storm, battered and torn Fighting for our Glorious Land! Come take our hand, together we stand Defending our Glorious Land! Endless waste Our patience runs thin Here we stand ready Let the battle begin! Hit back! Charge!

Miss the misery Don't change your mind Your wasting light Get in and let's go You've waited all your life Your wish is coming true Bless your heart for beating me right outta you Need a reason for a change

F*** with me, you know I got it Sexy b**** I hope she 'bout it Come f*** with me, you know I got it "A little over a year ago I was in bondage, And now I'm back out here Reaping the blessings and getting the benefits that go along with, Everything that's

We said this was “the last time”, over and over again (Blind eyes) The closer I get is the further I feel (Hands tied) And I’m losing my grip on remembering what’s real 'Cause our synthetic love is all that we know My head is a mess, And it’s going to

East is up, I'm fearless when I hear this on the low East is up, I'm careless when I wear my rebel clothes East is up, when Bishops come together they will know that Dema don't control us, Dema don't control Fire, Nico and the Niners We'll win but not

Misery's best friend can't be a dead-end A bag full of regrets, and I'm coming clean Some feel it, especially the rejects A bad habit; don't forget it: you better Count your last blessings and fill up the wagon Chases its feet And now I'm running out of

Visualize it I'll give you something to do Spread it like Spread it like peanut butter jelly Do it like I owe you some money Sleepless nights at the chateau Kush kush wherever we go To get a wildfire burning Ace high, I'm going all in

You're the only prayer I need to make me feel blessed We're a thousand miles up and I'm 'bout to get higher Feel my heart beating out my chest Singing oh oh oh Oh my love, let me be your fire (Hey) oh my love, let me be your fire I won't be afraid

Can't stop - moving Cut to the chase It is the fire that lights itself But it burns with a restless flame The arrow on a moving target The archer must be sure of his aim It is the engine that drives itself But it chooses the uphill climb A bearing on

I wish somebody would have told me babe All the love you won't forget And all these reckless nights you won't regret Those good old days Some day, these will be the good old days Someday soon, your whole life's gonna change You'll miss the magic of these