| It’s hot, I’m steamy, sweatin', tossin' and turnin'
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| The whole house on fire and I can’t stop it from burnin'
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| The curtains and the walls all indulged in flames
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| I yell, «Somebody help me» but ain’t nobody came
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| I try my best to put it out then I said, «Fuck it!»
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| Break full speed to the back door one room away
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| But the faster and harder I ran it seemed like the longer I took
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| Prayin', «Please God spare me, I don’t wanna cook!»
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| Knew that I did done some things that I shouldn’t of
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| I knew I didn’t come into Sunday service like I could have
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| But have mercy for your child, forgive me for my sins
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| I’m too young to die, Lord, get me through this
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| We gotta get to the back, don’t gotta get to the kitchen
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| But they got thick black smoke comin' from the kitchen
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| Shit, all other exits are tossed, what I’ma do?
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| Stay my ass here and burn or run the fuck through?
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| Already havin' trouble breathin' when I started to cough
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| But no more time to waste, I cover my face and took off
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| Disendehydrate, I’m gettin' tireder
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| I gotta, keep movin', 'cause it’s gettin' hotter
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| And hotter, whoo, whoa, shit!, I’m on fire
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| C-c-call them people to me, I-I-I'm on fire
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| C-c-call them people to me, I-I-I'm on fire
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| C-c-call them people to me, I-I-I'm on fire
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| I-I-I'm on fire, I-I-I'm on fire
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| C-c-call them people to me, I-I-I'm on fire
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| C-c-call them people to me, I-I-I'm on fire
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| I gotta get out of here, I’ve been trapped for over fifty five minutes
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| Looks like I’m finished, this could be a fucked up endin'
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| I done been in some fucked up shit but this the worst I ever been in
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| «Call them people to me», tell 'em send the fire engine
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| I hope this ain’t my calling y’all 'cause I ain’t ready
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| I’ma need some alerted emergency units to stand by, paramedics
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| Runnin' through the fire, I can’t turn back
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| Somethin' went and everythin' went black
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| I can’t see, I can’t see, I’m blind
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| Oh fuck, I’m alright, I just had my eyes closed the whole time
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| Oops, shit damn!, But that ain’t my stop my shoes from movin'
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| 'Cause outside, here I am
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| I smashed through the back door like a ram
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| I made it! |
| I’m still alive! |
| I’m still a man!
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| Out the house but still I got fire on my clothes
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| So I stopped, dropped and rolled dig rolled
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| Started goin' wild on the ground tryin' to get the flames out my shirt
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| Windmillin' in the dirt but nothin' didn’t work
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| I heard a, but that was just a barge
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| See, I live right by the river, that’s it! |
| Water!
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| Every step I took made hot footprints in the tar
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| Runnin' over cars to the twelfth ward wall
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| Get out the way 'cause everything I touch turn crispy
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| I’ma be at the riverfront, tell 'em people come get me
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| C-c-call them people to me, I-I-I'm on fire
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| C-c-call them people to me, I-I-I'm on fire
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| C-c-call them people to me, I-I-I'm on fire
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| I-I-I'm on fire, I-I-I'm on fire
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| Sparks like aluminum foil in the microwave oven
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| Where them fuckin' people? |
| Somebody do somethin'
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| Can’t you see what’s happenin'?
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| Don’t you see the smoke? |
| Can’t you hear the cracklin'?
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| Nobody wanna listen, everybody was scatterin'
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| I grab a nigga, he screamed so loud that shit was eardrum shatterin'
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| I said, «Don't scream dawg, I need your help, I’m the one on fire!»
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| He said, «Nigga, you supposed to be dead, how you still alive?»
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| He was right, by now they should be embalmin' me
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| But the shit don’t seem to be harmin' me
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| Damn, this must have been a bad dream the whole while then
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| I heard them motherfuckin' sirens, hollerin'
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| I guess they finally got the people to me, they must have saw me
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| Huh, 'cause they was headed right for me
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| A fireman walked up and handed me a ticket
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| And said, «You just been put out, the fire went away!» |