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Uh huh, I'm back what cha, uh whatcha gon do now? You can spark it up and I'ma put you out 1 Ain't nobody fuckin with me man, Heatman Ski Mask spending next weeks cash, he fast And I don't even need a G pass I'm pass that I'm passing em out now and you can't have that And my chain Toucan Sam That tropical colors you can't match that Gotta be abstract You catch my gal legs open betta smash that Don't be surprise if she ask where the cash at I see she wearing them jeans that show her butt crack My girls can't wear that why, that's where my stash at I put my mack down that's where you lack at She need her candlelit and I'ma wax that I rekindle the flame She remember the name It's Weezy Baby January December the same Mama gimme that brain. You can spark it up and I'ma put you out You can spark it up and I'ma put you out Fresh on campus it's the Birdman Jr Money too long teachers put away ya rulers Raw tune not a cartoon No shirt, tattoos, and some war wounds I'm hot but the car cool She wet that's a carpool Been in that water since a youngin you just shark food Quick Draw McGraw I went to art school Yeah the lights is bright but I got a short fuse Don't snooze Been handling the game so long my thumb bruise Ya new girlfriend is old news. Yeen got enough green and she so blue yeah Cash Money Records where dreams come true Everything is easy baby leave it up to Weezy Baby. Put it in the pot let it steam let it brew Now watch it melt don't burn ya self. You can spark it up and I'ma put you out You can spark it up and I'ma put you out Ridin' by myself well really not really So heavy in the trunk make the car pop-a-wheelie Who?
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Sign In Register. Artist: The Stills. Album: Oceans Will Rise. It starts with a match and the wind that blows What you bury inside, what no one knows Can I escape these hands that glow It starts with a match and the wind that blows Not who I wanted to be A thousand leagues under the sea My hands are on fire My hands are on fire Stand back I'll make my move with no eyes in sight The slightest touch, the wrong choice makes it right I saw the flames crawl up your spine When the room got warm I froze up inside Not who I wanted to be A thousand leagues under the sea My hands are on fire My hands are on fire Stand back My hands are on fire My hands are on fire My hands are on fire Stand back, stand back Stand back, stand back Stand back, stand back Stand back, stand back Stand back. The Stills Lyrics provided by SongLyrics.