Burning It up Again - Will Banister

Don't put me off, 'cause I'm on fire And I can't quench my desire Don't you know that I'm burning up for your love? You're not convinced that that is enough I put myself in this position And I deserve the imposition But you don't even know I'm alive And this pounding in my heart just won't die I'm burning up I'm burning up, burning up for your love I'm burning up, burning up for your love I'm burning up, burning up for your love For your love You're always closing your door Well, that only makes me want you more And day and night, I cry for your love You're not convinced that that is enough To justify my wanting you Now tell me what you want me to do I'm not blind, and I know That you want to want me, but you can't let go C'mon, let go I'm burning up, burning up for your love I'm burning up, burning up for your love I'm burning up, burning up for your love For your love, oh Do you wanna see me down on my knees? Or bending over backwards, now, would you be pleased? Unlike the others, I'd do anything I'm not the same, I have no shame I'm on fire C'mon, let go Do you wanna see me down on my knees? Or bending over backwards, now, would you be pleased? Unlike the others, I'd do anything I'm not the same, I have no shame I'm on fire Ooh, yeah, I'm burning up Ooh, yeah, I'm burning up Oh come on, oh come on, I'm burning up Uh, uh, uh I'm burning up Ooh, yeah, I'm burning up Oh come on, oh come on, I'm burning up Ooh, yeah, I'm burning up Uh, uh, uh You know you got me burning up, baby You know you got me burning up, baby Burning up for your love Burning up for your love Burning up for your love Burning up for your love

Bit on the track like a dog (grrr) I'ma foam from my mouth like I'm having a seizure They ain't never pick up when I call (fuck em) When they call my phone back I decline, I don't need them I never put trust in my dog (never) When I'm working, go hard, I don't wanna see him Hundred bands, I'ma look like a Beatle Lemon squeeze on the back of the nina Run it up, Run it up I got a money fever Tell me, is your mind made up? I'm not a normal creature Plenty nights we stayed up, I'ma miss form breather Plus I got my mind made up My logic inform the people Back to the trenches when I leave the studio Great power like I'm Julio Thirty-Five thousand on me in the back of the 'Bach Turning up with a big booty ho Steady telling me that I need to go I look in his face and I asks what you mean Take up a hand and I'm full of that lean See the flash in my pocket on top of the bean When they speak on the topic of grimy new things Count it up and throw me lean What is he saying? I don't know what he means, I just know he got money all up in his jeans Spit on the track like a dog I'ma foam from my mouth like I'm having a seizure They ain't never pick up when I call When they call my phone back I decline, I don't need them I never put trust in my dog (never) When I'm working, go hard, I don't wanna see him Hundred bands, I'ma look like a Beatle Lemon squeeze on the back of the nina Run it up, Run it up I got a money fever Tell me, is your mind made up? I'm not a normal creature Plenty nights we stayed up, I'ma miss former breather Plus I got my mind made up My logic inform the people Hold u, stop Never pick up when they calling, not conversating with people My nigga ain't coming to clutch when I need him I think that it's love on top of a needle Smiled at my circle and cut off some people Cause bitch you know that I'm a gangsta Get out this body, I bet that I spank em Come in the night and you entering danger Live like a Rebel and strapped like a Ranger Stare in your face and can tell what you thinking Got any sisters princess Jelena? woof, woof I probably keep going, No I thought I taught that bitch how to rain right hook Run it up, Run it up I got a money fever Tell me, is your mind made up? I'm not a normal creature Plenty nights we stayed up, I'ma miss former breather Plus I got my mind made up My logic inform the people Run it up, Run it up Run it up, Run it up Run it up, Run it up

Intro: (*guy toking up*) Fuckin buddha comin at'cha live Direct with the biggest, fattest joint Comin in with indo flavours Fuckin buddha comin at'cha like this '95 Verse 1: B-Real It's Friday mornin', where the weed at? Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack Cos I wanna get high like a plane In the sky with the endo cloud in my brain Where the fuck are my zig-zags and my lighters? So I can roll it and set it on fire Damn, I wish I had scissors cus the shit is so sticky That it's gettin' on my fuckin' fingers But it's smokeable, double tokeable I got the one-hitta quitta, Bombay shit that's tokeable I wanna do a joint venture Let me make sure there ain't no lump in the goddamn center The impregnated lookin' joint, fuck it I can smoke it and I still get faded Chorus: Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up Inhale exhale *Repeat x3* (I'm the freaka, the one freaks the funk *Repeat* Verse 2: (Sen Dogg), B-Real (East Coast hittin' that blunt), West Coast hittin' that honey-dip Marijuana joint then I want another hit Roll it up, (light it up), smoke it up I wanna stimulate my mind (so I toke it up) Can I get a hit? (Can I get a hooh!?) Gimme that fat bag of weed and the brew So I can get faded, elevated Smoke the joint down to a roach then I ate it I stand true to the Yesca Mota (As I keep runnin from the chunta) Gimme dat weed fool and ya zig-zags (Puto won't be holdin' out on the big bag) Chorus (I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk) *Repeat to fade*