Slangin

Hold the fire in your hand

Don't let it drop

Scathing touch, she's burnin'!

Hold the fire in your hand

Don't let it drop

Scathing touch, she's burnin'! (She's burnin')

Hold the fire in your hand

Don't let it drop

Scathing touch, she's burnin'!

Hold the fire in your hand (Hold it)

Don't let it drop

Scathing touch, she's burnin'! (She's burnin')

Hold the fire in your hand

Don't let it drop

Scathing touch, she's burnin'! (She's burnin')

Hold the fire in your hand

Don't let it drop

Scathing touch, she's burnin'! (Fire)

Divine, help me find some place older than time, caress

If you choose to fortify feelings, smoke, and distrust

Superstition, you misunderstood pressures

Repercussions and the men they spent to choose a place for

While anonymous minds seek some canary they label the kind

Street converse about it, I'mma show 'em how to follow

If you shake the one's around us who told me

Sack to this, growing your wedding is for

Only alien to this happened before Jahama

Caught me towards the zoo, to be the body rosette

Grab the skates, your feet replacin' hazel ways

Seekin' refuge on Earth's edge too great

Self-entitled within a collective state

And you lean into us, come to known as fate

Joy to beat track and when it went to you, she went away

Learning to give and not to take

Learning to give and not to take

Learning to give and not to take

Learning to give and not to take, 'cause she's

Burnin'!

She's burnin'

Oh

She's burnin'

She's burnin'

So don't take your heart alive

So don't take your heart alive

She's burnin'

Burnin'!

Burnin'!