name ringin Money starts to pile, honeys start to wild Top notch drop top make everything he drop hot He dream, visualize, plot and scheme Got the cream legally without the beam Witcha fire
Get the fire as the flame it burns Get the wind as it slowly turns Get the earth as it circles by Get the sky sea creation fly This point of living,
m coming true giving the home girls what they desire Rockin' in the dance hog I'm on them top I'm more fire (ahhhhh) My style makes it higher, crisp bootys
Led to the river Midsummer I wave A 'V' of black swans On with hope to the grave And through red September When skies fire-paved I begged you appear
With eyes as sharp as arrows and turning to the fire He clears the air and cuts it with a feather Many in a circle slowly 'round the fire When he is
In circles we gather Moonlight fires are kindled Sending it back We just make it go back Beating hearts, beating hearts Come as one, come as one This
This was the way of it Let the story fires be lighted Let our circle be strong and full of medicine Hear me This is my dream song that I'm singing for
(Nah, man) Amen (Shit, I feel like I can do anything now) Who can catch lightning in the bottle, set fire to water Commin' out the nozzle on the fire
Meet me in the alley, make sure you bring the money This ain't the seventies, I'm far from a jive turkey My circle, it can't be broken, open, cut-throatin
three French horns... uh... (The Wolf! It's the Wolf!) Right! The Wolf. Seymore the Wolf.... The kettle drum and bass drum represent the sub-machine-gun fire
center of the room. Up and up toward the ceiling, gracefully it stretched not yielding to the confines of the smallish room. For it pierced an open circle
life and love and smiling knowing not that all the while I too was smiling to myself inside. Silently I stood between them holding up the crimson gleaming circle
'm not a choo choo, I'm a tugboat Hater pray to god that I turn slow Like I'm sipping on purple But I ain't on your glow I'm in a whole 'nother circle
on fire 50 back running round this bitch strapped Hitman for hire [Hook] [Pusha T] I sit with the liars, ducktape and tyres Been lost their soul They just waiting on the fire
finish line Down in the depot, out by the meat rack Down by the tunnels surrounding the jail Prisoners are marching in squares and in circles They're
car crash And it's too late to reverse Sometimes you make me a better person Sometimes you bring out the worst Sometimes we get on like fire Sometimes
on aboard Giving it a little bit more, a little bit Just beating during the sun Defibrillated hearts with every pulse Without your own defiling You'd backwards circle