- Lyrics
- Album list
- Singer Intro
Hoodie Allen( Steven Adam Markowitz )
-
Soul on Fire
Uh
Hands up Put them high to the sky Let me set your soul on fire tonight Not-not we not trying to fight Let me set your soul on fire tonight We live fast, ain't time for waking up I make time, then we be breaking up So ask God 'Give me one more try' Let me set your soul on fire
Uh She said it's her time I asked 'When's mine?' Said 'Boy I'm trying to win all your money like Ben Stein' So I just circled back, I built them the venn di- You know the figure, that figures that got every man lying And every girl cheats a little, both of us then try To cover up, but you would rather pull a LeAnn Rimes So fuck it I bailed Yup, let me leave for the night though Room full of nice suits, American Psycho Aight though Let me say a toast, pull the glasses out Now pour the gasoline, put the fucking matches out I asked her where to sleep She pointed 'That's the couch' I heard it on the street and I ain't had to ask around Cause news travels real fast around these parts So if you jump the gun, you're never getting a restart You say that love is fun, you must have been a retard We only looking for somewhere to be part, until we're on fire
Hands up Put them high to the sky Let me set your soul on fire tonight Not-not we not trying to fight Let me set your soul on fire tonight We live fast, ain't time for waking up Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I make time, then we be breaking up So ask God 'Give me one more try' Let me set your soul on fire
Rolling out of my bed, taking longer than I'm supposed to With so many girls that acting like they already home, so You ever see a model in the morning, get your hopes up She went from Heidi Klum into having close-ups And now that I'm assume everybody taking posters and glamour shots You're turning fake the second they turn the camera on Waitresses waiting for their break like Cameron Diaz We spaz on tracks I like to yammer on We bad, like Mike, I'm the King of the Camelot We grab every chance, somehow now we man LeBron Feed that, uh There's too much heat up in the Amazon Be that as may I'm coming back like I never won Trophies as a kid, there ain't no room to make my shelf fit Just because I want it all doesn't mean I'm selfish Never really listened to my eardrums melted Uh, Van Gogh, Van Kicks, Van Pelt That's fire
Hands up Put them high to the sky Let me set your soul on fire tonight Not-not we not trying to fight Let me set your soul on fire tonight We live fast, ain't time for waking up I make time, then we be breaking up So ask God 'Give me one more try' Let me set your soul on fire
Hands up, put them Hands up, put them Hands up, put them high to the sky
-
|