as a rock, kissin' soft as a roll, Screaming, lightning, shooting straight through your heart. Heart of fire, you're full of desire, Burn your blues away. Little heart
Oversættelse: Riot. Heart Of Fire.
t live here no more the angels are flying so low, singing to you (don't you hear me callin you) he's the one you love (cause i hear them callin me) and
I die I will never forget No matter how many lives that I live I will never regret There is a fire inside of the heart and a riot about to explode into
Michael phelps this for you baby, Im goin for the gold my heart is in control, My mind is on succeed and i am in the lead dont buy into the skeems the
live here no more The angels are flyin' so low Singin' to you Don't you hear them callin' you? (He's the one you love) 'Cause I hear them callin' me (
down Let's burn shit up cause I?m your fire starter now I'll bring it back? can you smell that? Now that I?mma rock star, I just wanna stop your heart
sweat I been fire since Wu days with The Perfect Cassette So when you mention my name these niggaz get offended No chain on just a five star pendant General of that Riot
love Or leave shot up, robbed and thrown out a shrub I don't condone, I got kids to relate to 'Redman Gone Wild', hear the new debut Fox fired a nigga
my reservations Who am I blame? Walked into the ring of fire Heart in a wall of flames Put my blues away My emotion running riot Through the neighborhood
live here no morrre... The angels are flyin so loooow, singin to you (Don't you hear me callin you?) He's the one you love... ('cause I hear 'em callin
we stand tall People never answer their call, they fall slow When the riot starts feelin' the boom, you better roll Riot Starter, Riot Starter Riot Starter, Riot
higher, higher Higher, higher, different vehicles, same tires I turn quiet into riot, listen to my silence This is like a curse, this is like a blessin' I can hear
in the dust that you forced to bite it On fire like property lost to riots Yo, ain't no stopping us when we all united Nowadays rap artists coming half-hearted
stone Temple pilots I'm in a parachute club with the motley crew My b-52, fires nine inch nails Radiohead, I cause phonetic quiet riots My tragically
just looking for some sounds To ease the vice that squeezes us every day This was Motown, this was New France Where the Chippewa did the fire dance
