Testo Kerosene (live)

Testo Kerosene (live)

I’m coming from the west side
You’re never gonna break mine
I was looking for a sure sign, yeah anywhere
Tryna dribble up the baseline
Motherfuckers wanna waist time
Tryna tell me I can’t shine
So tell me where I belong
With the greats
Who would have known that could’ve been my fate
Sittin' at home just tryna get my plate
Filet mignon could never get that steak
It took a little bit of luck, whole lotta skill
Littlе bitta ugh
It took a little bitty thug to finally grow up and then blow up

So we’rе both blowin
Here we go goin
You blow I’m blowin you and me
We’ll burning like kerosene

Put yo hands up, fly 'em up
Cell phones light 'em up Pu-pu-put your lighters up
And burn 'em like kerosene
Put yo hands up, fly 'em up
Cell phones light 'em up
Pu-pu-put your lighters up
And burn 'em like kerosene

Im talking 'bout long lines
Not talking 'bout dollar signs
I'm talkin 'bout a dream I had outta the bed
Everybody wanted me to go to college instead
But I made up my mind, your watch
My time, my frown, my rage, my mic, my stage
Then I stepped on the stage one time
And the whole room burst into flames one time
Then I heard a voice in the back of my head that said
Never let no one change your mind
So I said to the voice in my head
That I never had a choice
In my head I'll be on stage
I could never work a 9 to a 5
I'd rather drink poison instead

So we’re both blowin
Here we go goin
You blow I’m blowin you and me
We’ll burning like kerosene

Put yo hands up, fly 'em up
Cell phones light 'em up
Pu-pu-put your lighters up
And burn 'em like kerosene
Put yo hands up, fly 'em up
Cell phones light 'em up
Pu-pu-put your lighters up
And burn 'em like kerosene

Burn 'em up like kerosene

Why everybody wanna calm me down
Back in the day use to call me clown
I got a army now
Now they really gotta problem
Now growin up had holes in my socks
Never really had a lot used to roll on the block
Not knowing a lot wishin' somebody would let me in the door, but it’s locked
But I had to hold my own, bow to the thrown
Looking at the sun won’t blind me gotta be a rolling stone
Go in alone who’d of ever thought you’d find me
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