Texty:
Passion Sending

the world Send us with fire to go love the world Send us with fire to go love the world Send us with fire to go love the world Channel our passions Channel our passions

Sister, dearest, pray you draw near And I'll whisper these few final thoughts in your ear They may be my last, for my vision grows dim And my breath comes

the parking lot we're still waiting It's already passed So move your feet from hot pavement and into the grass Cause it's already passed It's already, already passed

meat was poor Y'all niggas couldn't live my life, I've been through it Stretched up in hospital beds, fed fluid Two bullets hit my leg, one passed through

gone insane World painted blood, no sanctuary World painted blood, no sanctuary Tip the human scale, follow revelations plan It must come to pass,

the .. To the best Just bottle the .. baby Girl I?ll do the rest Put your number in the phone And you can qualify all right Chorus .. call her to pass

troubles on the double itll get ya bro Pass me the d?s, light it up with ease, in a cirle full of G?s, Smokin on them trees Pass me a cigar, and imma

long forgotten yesterdays Pass amongst your memories told returning ways As certain as we walk today We walk around the story Out in the city running free Days pass

air, a picture of distance. Dawn of our power we amuse redescending as fast as misused Expression, as only to teach love as to reveal passion chasing