Vadivelu Fuse

Down at the court house they're ringing the flag down Long black line of cars snaking slow through town Red sheets snapping on the line With this ring will you be mine? The fuse is burning Shut out the lights The fuse is burning Come on, let me do you right Trees on fire with the first fall's frost Long black line in front of Holy Cross Blood moon rising in a sky of black dust Tell me baby, who do you trust? The fuse is burning Shut out the lights The fuse is burning Come on, let me do you right Tires on the highway hissing, somethings come You feel the wires in the treetop's humming Devil's on the horizon line Your kiss and I'm alive Quiet afternoon in the empty house On the edge of the bed you slip off your blouse The room is burning with the noon sun Your bittersweet taste on my tongue The fuse is burning Shut out the lights The fuse is burning Come on, let me do you right The fuse in burning Shut out the lights The fuse is burning Come on, let me do you right The fuse is burning The fuse is burning The fuse is burning The fuse is burning The fuse is burning The fuse is burning The fuse is burning

Yeah One of them last minute packs, Fuse sent some shit through Yeah, yeah Rosary beads in the mirror, said a prayer for a nigga Help me get to them millions She hung rosary beads in the mirror, said a prayer for a nigga Help me get to them millions In a versace robe with a vision, help me count it up But I can't show her where it's hidden (where it's hidden) Hung rosary beads in the mirror, said a prayer for a nigga Help me get to them millions Say she want a nigga with that drive (with that drive) But mama, that's a bumpy ride (bumpy ride) Ain't no guarantee how much time We gotta put in before we shine But when we locked eyes, I felt that had to be a sign You look like something I designed, something out my mind Keep each other fly, I just keep you crazy high Make her smile, make her cry, make her put it on the line 'Cause I'm not one of them, sitting around And not hustling, wondering, why the fuck I'm struggling? Nope, I'm bringing ducats in Meeting in Manhattan 'bout to get T.Y. a publicist Get him out the streets and in a condo on some stunting shit A G with a plan, need a bitch who understand what it take Fuckin' with my title when my title hold weight Bitches and niggas in the street twisting my name You just gotta stay in your lane, ball hard with champagne Hoes is hoes, they come and go Real recognize real and when you know, you know Hoes is hoes, they come and go Real recognize real and when you know, you know She hung rosary beads in the mirror, said a prayer for a nigga Help me get to them millions I'm in the world on another mission She staring out the window, smoking, listening for my engine She hung rosary beads in the mirror, said a prayer for a nigga Help me get to them millions