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e.b. - fire lyrics

[intro]
um, throat’s all itchy from the bath salts snorted
lucid dreams about having friends and
stiff aim, my lad had, i’m still here
causing up a ruckus, uncle ruckus oreo flavor
in stores now, with the ghost masks in white
smoked pipe, noose lit, split fit from a bunch of people
saying i cross lines, i snort those lines
i spit dirty crack rhyme
listening to 808s and heartbreak

[verse 1]
i gotta tube of lube for ya n-gg-s
i go harder than paint dries, waka flaka flame
i’m not dopium or opium
i am a drug, so i don’t to spark a crack or weed to get it started
to fill the lone nights in bed, moans cries over some split milk and heartbreak
but i murder the feeling of grieving that’s embarr-ssing
took a bunch of speed, ryan gosling
sometimes i wish i was joking, croaking, smoked and hung
like the rest kids my age not knowing what they future holds
die in a hole or run away with cracked soles
the choice is yours like pacino see no 12-gauge
wage is small, six mistakes, have an ache, break and age in bed with 12-gauge on your side
besides the point, i feel like void
pink floyd session leave me dripping tears, cheers, a few beers and joints
down one hatch
bring out hatchet, i’m getting p-ssed off
i used to care about thoughts of others, now i care more
the way it goes, i doze in prose
‘cuz why not, i got time, not
plot is boring, stop talking no one cares
a bit deprecation, basis for some free pity
from weird kids who finger booty, being moody, glutey maximus, cannabis, van lit
bipolar as a romeo is, know the flow ho
before the blow, and dough is gone
johnny depp
dolly grip the tip and spit it out
before the stiff is h-ttin’ out
homeruns, bust, a bust

[bridge]
let’s have a toast for the sc-mbags
everyone of them i know
so slow to party now i’m p-ssing off on twitter
i’m childish, i know that
you can live all serious, die lonely, nine to five job
i’m doing hobbies, you can’t stop me
i’m stealing chords, awards, and some words
uh, where your heart at, where your soul at, where your heart at, where your soul at
i don’t see it

[verse 2]
eb water, child, on a stereo system
play it like it’s house party and it’s sequels
beat those words into your head like cops beating signals out
shout a bit, voice trampled, ample energy
give some sp-ce, your breath stinks
do this, do that, spat in your face and swallowed it
fights and hot tears, black hoes, black tears, scares in air
i mean, laugh in air
the walls don’t care, brick and cement
stay there planted, rush b, c4
messages on phone, groan
pr-ne to rant about nothing to no one
it’s a slow one, slow burn, slow learner he is, please
i act like this cause everyone is numb, two-faced, to the situations at hand
this is getting old, hold
cops are known to bust unknown foes who think they pros at the game, lames
screaming “fire,” bullets raining, bl–dy training
laying, down on ground, what a shame, n-body could care
but he was just starting up, just starting up

- e b lyrics

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