| My mind and my body burn now
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| They tryna come and put me out
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| But we won’t be turning down now
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| We tryna light the whole damn sky
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| So when they come through to stop me and you from doing what we need to do
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| We’ll stop and we’ll band, under no command, we plan to add some fuel to the
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| fire
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| You can’t burn us
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| You can’t burn us out
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| You can’t burn it
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| You can’t burn it down
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| Back again and tryna light it up quite quickly
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| It’s been a long time numbing you won’t never need to run and come get me
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| What you need, what you want, yeah we got that
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| MD on top, never got lapped
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| Track runners tryna come and set clocks back
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| But they ain’t getting nothing in like a jock strap
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| Our people light it up like we don’t give a fuck knuckle up come find us
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| Cause when we need the world to mind us violence sometimes is better than
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| silence
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| So I go to where the people are
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| Tryna climb up high to an equal bar
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| Walk round in the heat all breathing hard
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| Until the stars all heal on a bleeding heart, I’m like, Shit
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| Another night in some backwater motel, writing
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| Another night tryna find myself in that lost Island
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| I can hear that train coming, that whistle humming and it’s so exciting
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| I can feel that heat right under my feet and the flames just keep on rising
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| Everybody wanna toss they two cents in, but they ain’t really been through shit
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| I been lugging them dead cases through fifty states, in snow and cold winds
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| So let’s commence the rise, we the phoenix
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| Here to give you life
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| That’s right, we the future that you ain’t used to
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| Throwing some fuel up on the fire, now let’s ride
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| Yo, it’s Plex
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| I gotta cancel on that photoshoot today, man
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| Just, like, put a shadowy figure in the back, that’s like real hairy,
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| and we’ll tell everybody that’s me
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| Alright, man
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| Later |