(Jay) Fuck that (This is it right here baby) You know what it is Yo, I used to have bad luck Now you might see me in a Jag truck Mad stuck, either with a dime or a bad duck Double-R T with the matchin' bandana 38-snub blue steel with no hammer And I see

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

Who gave up on you I got troubled thoughts And the self-esteem to match What a catch, what a catch What a catch And all I can think of Is the way I'm the one Who charmed the one Miss Flack said I still want you back

Look what the cat dragged in Look at the swag dats himm Hollowman who gets the mad stacks in Look at his, Kicks and the hats matchinn (that's RIGHT) Look at him Look what the cat dragged (CAT DRAGGED) Push up your black flag (BLACK FLAG)

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

I won't ever be your cornerstone. Watch her run, can you feel it? I don't want to be here holding on. A single book of matches gonna burn what's standing in the way. Roaring down the mountain, they're calling on the fire brigade. Carry out the pictures

But I'm the only ghost walkin' through the hallways The pain gets so much clearer When the one to blame is standing in the mirror This fool, this life Lit a match and set his life on fire Yeah, she tasted like home Oh well, home ain't what I'm callin' I

I was born, born to love you So don't lie I was born in the city all my friends are here Bust through the door said what's your name Looking for somebody and you match the shame Now don't lie You've seen me television and you know what's up The world's

Somebody have mercy And tell me what is wrong with me When I think about how she do me, The tears fall down like rain, like rain I'm goin' down to the bus station With a suitcase in my hand, yes I am With a matchbox hole in my clothes, yes I am Sometimes

Let me up, baby, I've had enough When I fell for you, baby I really met my match You use me, abuse me But I keep comin' back It never seems to matter What we fight about I'm the one who winds up Down for the count I love ya, I want ya