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sevin – burnin lyrics

[intro}
yea, sevin
the world keeps burnin my niggas
it’s h.o.g. m.o.b. man, yea
open ya eyes nigga
it’s going down out here boy

[chorus: sevin]
gazing through the space in the sky
thinkin they will never take me alive
gazing through the space in the sky
thinkin they will never take me alive
gazing through the space in the sky
thinkin they will never take me alive

[verse 1: sevin]
i’m off the burner like a pot of grits
80’s baby laying lazy in a drop of beritz
handle like stoackvich more cheese need a lot of ritz
so greasy like a teenage breezy with a lot of zits
why that drips from my lips when i’m plotting licks
i got an itch eyes of apocalypse
speed low the six shooter with the hollow tips
no trace mask on the face and some doctor mitts
don’t hate the raiders we just products of the hate they gave us
we just pop’em we don’t make the cadence
tell me what will it take to save us
when all we every loved was the base that made us
they say embrace the savior become great debaters
prostitutes, thugs, and base heads raised us
yea, they’ll never offer me a remedy
i’m too busy pissin on the coffin’s of my enemy

[chorus]
gazing through the space in the sky
thinkin they will never take me alive
gazing through the space in the sky
thinkin they will never take me alive
gazing through the space in the sky
thinkin they will never take me alive

[verse 2: sevin]
lord i know i’m supposed to preach am i wrong?
all i think about is murder word further than the reach of my chrome
i’m trying to be meek and keep seeking your throne
but the street beef keeps beep beeping my phone
does it get better than the evil i’ve known?
i know the devil will never leave me alone, listen
sometimes being a christian is so hard for me to deal with
maybe i’m tripping lord so just pardon me a little bit
my little brother just told me he going back to the pen
i know what consoles me i’m going back to the gin
my prayers echo off my soul and my future is indefinite
i’m stressing off of dough, heard you got blessings
can you spare a bit for sevin i won’t bury them
i’ll share them with the brethren i’m a felon
and they telling me i’ll never get to bailing with the reverend
but it’s evident i’m down to go to hell to get to heaven
so tell me is it something worth fighting for
i’m used to hell but that don’t mean i got to like it lord
and i’m just speaking my heart
don’t ever let me be the reason that’ll keep us apart

- sevin lyrics

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