Letras:
Jim Burns

of you A piece of you to burn We need you, oh Lucky Jim Where have you gone, oh Lucky Jim? We miss you here, oh Lucky Jim

, behold his hands and side, those wounds, yet visible above, in beauty glorified. No angel in the sky can fully bear that sight, but downward bends his burning

found But I never knew how far down I was falling Before I reached the bottom I was cold and you were fire And I never knew how the pyre Could be burning

heard of me i said beware of me now they scared of me hu...i said come to my sunday service nigga seen who the reverend was then they got nervous the niggity nasty Jim

Because I got a style that fit See Akenyele be cold cuttin' brothers up like a DELI Keeping my cool like Arthur FONZARELLI I kick more black ass than Jim

brain cocaine runnin' around my brain, yea Hey Jim, Jim? Where is Jim, man? Jim, I want you to tell me somethin' I want you to spell for me New York, Jim Come on, Jim

cokane running around my brain cokane running around my brain yeah I got cokane a whole lot of cokane Whenever I walk in the rain. I can feel a burnin' pain keep's a burning flame burning

ex thinks I oughta burn in hell, but the devil won't notice when I die Yeah, don't you figure, he's got bigger fish to fry Yeah, there's gonna be bonfire burning

(Young, Young, Scott) Diamonds and dust Poor man last, rich man first Lambourginis, caviar Dry martinis, Shangri-la I got a burning feeling Deep inside