Lyrics Fyre (feat. Nicole World) - Tezo

You do, hey
Baby, light my fire up
You do, hey
Baby, light my fire up

I′m thinking my stubbornness
Brings the worst for the me
Instead of hurting everybody
I'm just hurting me
Trying to do everything right
But it′s no perfect me
I'm only human that's living
And that′s for certainty
I gotta reach the highest plateau
When I rise vertically
I′m too ahead of the curve
There ain't no curving me
Watching Da Baby
Going platinum got me proud
Like i′m his dawg
Frankly to see how that boy came up
Is truly encouraging
Locs blow in the wind
You see them flourishing
My new girl got me well fed
I swear she's nurturing
Ironic how I drowned in that pussy
When I murdered it
You would think a nigga was waiter
Or something by how I′m servicing
Marijuana burning slow
You see that weed smoke
People ain't gotta see us
To know that we smoke
They smell it
Better yet they hear it
Look at my appearance
Well dressed black man
Inside the building, NAS talk to em

You do, hey
Baby, light my fire up
You do, hey
Baby, light my fire up

Dark days, dark days
I think I need a saving grace
And a lantern to light the way
Cause I just can′t see anything
I'm blinded
I need to find it
I fell in love with the
Whole idea
Of searching
Searching for purpose
Searching for meaning
Is this life I live worth it
Just give me a sign, God
Cause i'm trapped in a box
And it′s hard for me to get out
I pray I wake up with like 7 O′s
In my account
I'll get everything I deserve
Without a doubt NAS talk to em

You do, hey
Baby, light my fire up
You do, hey
Baby, light my fire up

Immortalized by the music
My own shit helped me get through it
I gotta reflect
When i′m in front of the mirror
That i'm viewing
Look how far I came
I worked too hard me to lose it
Gotta tighten up
Niggas′ll hate you over someone
That they think they love
She isn't yours and she never was
Folks get big headed
When they gain a lil buzz
Popularity is one hell of a drug
NAS talk to em

Tell me where you wanna be now
Either here or there
But I want you with me now
Arrive separate but we leave out together
Ain′t got no cares
Cause you really bout whatever
On some Bonnie and Clyde shit
We committing crime shit
Pistol in the glove compartment
Bust it if you riding shit
You stick around because you liking it
Know i'm a handful
But you got 2 hands
To fight for this