Woorden:
Vega 4 Burn And Fade

ourselves burn and fade away again burn and fade away again burn and fade away again for all time we wished too hard on that shooting star that burned

Burning them if you ain't quick and nimble I go crazy when I hear a cymbal And a high hat with a souped up tempo I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo

box, duece duece And woofers in my trunk, 4 lights And likes to get pull lights And watch me as I dump, one nation baby Boot camp and aaliyah drive ya

for me. Blow good dro, and ride G rides, gangbanging and cane slanging, the whole nine, Chuck Taylors, red strings, and khaki suits, Black & Milds, Chronic blunts, and

'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon Burning them if they're not quick and nimble I go crazy when I hear a cymbal And a hi hat with a souped up tempo