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TONI CHILDS
Put This Fire Out Lyrics

Used to sit and wonder what to do
And I still do when I’m feeling blue
Fearful that my struggle with life will never end
Help me, please, to stop

This fear in motion, these circles turn me
Someone help me put this fire out
Yes, they hurt me, yes, they turn me
Someone help me put this fire out

Running, I am scared, what I will see
If I look inside, deep these wounds of mine
Hurting me so long, I can’t ignore them anymore
Help me, please, to find

This fear in motion, these circles turn me
Someone help me put this fire out
Yes, they hurt me, yes, they turn me
Someone help me put this fire out

Somebody help me put it out

Innocence is lost on the small
Mama said, early, early on
What was visible to me in my dreams
Is that the pain was all I could ever see

And it moves me, yes it turns me
Someone help me put this fire out
Yes it hurts me, yes it turns me
Someone help me put this fire out

Somebody help me, somebody help me
Somebody help me, somebody help me
Somebody help me, somebody help me
Somebody help me, please, somebody help me

Somebody help me to put it out

[Intro: Krizz Kaliko]
Oheya
Oheya
Ey
Ey
I’m barely
Human

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Just stroke my ego
Call me your hero
I’m damned to be this good
I’m barely human

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Cold heart
Sinister sicking ya so-so art
If ya seeking a beating, I can treat and give heapins
Make your ‘fro blow ‘part before yo’ flow starts
Wanna be chopping ’em, knocking ’em all in coffins
And I’m stopping ya slow go kart when I go Mozart
Intricate, never vintage in my sentences
I’m gonna make a bro go shart
Look at me, I’m gonna favor the yeti but with a machete
You better be ready, you in the medi of a killing
I’m deadly when I shred these
Somebody check my head please, I’m edgy
And I’m steady giving hella loving
And I thank you to my niggas who led me to the red beef
Barely human, rarely you in the midst of some scary ruins
Until ya try to swipe my independence, Harry Truman
The Nina, the Nickel, we coming very soon and
Building the wack rapper cemetery to bury you in

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Just stroke my ego
Call me your hero
I’m damned to be this good
I’m barely human
You stroked my ego
Now I’m your hero
I’m damned to be this good
I’m barely human

[Verse 2: Royce da 5’9"]
King Nickel, Lee Majors
Spending old money, the cake’s stale
I beam triple like three lasers on three pistols on a weight scale
It seem simple, I’m pro-meth, I’m pro-magazine
This literature unfold half
Your team lean with you and I’m a nomad
Roaming out in the street killing MC’s pencils, making ’em rethink
What they write and might end up in yo’ pad
I’m getting dome in my kingdom where
I promise it’ll be no crowning (I promise)
The flow harder than Medusa postpartum
The father of the child’s coast guarding post-crowning
I’m getting money my nigga, it’s funny that nobody thought of you
And if it truly is true to music and induce it to life then my future
Will sound like autotune
Bad grammar and y’all be fucking up no commas
For you to compare me to ’em
He would have to be out of his mind if he barely human

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Just stroke my ego
Call me your hero
I’m damned to be this good
I’m barely human
You stroked my ego
Now I’m your hero
I’m damned to be this good
I’m barely human

[Intro: Krizz Kaliko]
Oheya
Oheya
Ey
Ey
I’m barely
Human

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Just stroke my ego
Call me your hero
I’m damned to be this good
I’m barely human

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Cold heart
Sinister sicking ya so-so art
If ya seeking a beating, I can treat and give heapins
Make your ‘fro blow ‘part before yo’ flow starts
Wanna be chopping ’em, knocking ’em all in coffins
And I’m stopping ya slow go kart when I go Mozart
Intricate, never vintage in my sentences
I’m gonna make a bro go shart
Look at me, I’m gonna favor the yeti but with a machete
You better be ready, you in the medi of a killing
I’m deadly when I shred these
Somebody check my head please, I’m edgy
And I’m steady giving hella loving
And I thank you to my niggas who led me to the red beef
Barely human, rarely you in the midst of some scary ruins
Until ya try to swipe my independence, Harry Truman
The Nina, the Nickel, we coming very soon and
Building the wack rapper cemetery to bury you in

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Just stroke my ego
Call me your hero
I’m damned to be this good
I’m barely human
You stroked my ego
Now I’m your hero
I’m damned to be this good
I’m barely human

[Verse 2: Royce da 5’9"]
King Nickel, Lee Majors
Spending old money, the cake’s stale
I beam triple like three lasers on three pistols on a weight scale
It seem simple, I’m pro-meth, I’m pro-magazine
This literature unfold half
Your team lean with you and I’m a nomad
Roaming out in the street killing MC’s pencils, making ’em rethink
What they write and might end up in yo’ pad
I’m getting dome in my kingdom where
I promise it’ll be no crowning (I promise)
The flow harder than Medusa postpartum
The father of the child’s coast guarding post-crowning
I’m getting money my nigga, it’s funny that nobody thought of you
And if it truly is true to music and induce it to life then my future
Will sound like autotune
Bad grammar and y’all be fucking up no commas
For you to compare me to ’em
He would have to be out of his mind if he barely human

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Just stroke my ego
Call me your hero
I’m damned to be this good
I’m barely human
You stroked my ego
Now I’m your hero
I’m damned to be this good
I’m barely human

[Verse 1: Bobby Brackins]
Baddest OB’s I’ma need that
One that sips hen and asks where the tree’s at
Talk to your girlfriends give’em all feed back
Suckers fall in love I can stay detached
Baby I’m on, love my last song
Heard you fucked Nic and Marc to that song
I’ma killa "Hey Ma" Cam’ron
Real nigga fuck you with my pants on

[Bridge: Bobby Brackins & Marc E. Bassy]
And its a lot of things that we can do
We can mix my buddies and your crew
Mess with your girl on the side
So I can not be surprised

[Hook: Marc E. Bassy]
When you’re an OB
For me and my homies
Somethings will never change
You know I can’t complain about OB’s
Fuck me and my homies
Somethings will never change
You’ll always be our baby

[Post-Hook: Marc E. Bassy]
OB yeah just an OB yeah
You’re just and OB OB yeah
Yeah just an OB OB
You’re just and OB
You’ll always be our baby

[Verse 2: Bobby Brackins]
I’ve been thinking about you lately
And thinking about your homegirl lately
And I’m about to pop off no safety
I’m thinking about the dome that you gave me
And I heard its a little birdie around town
So i’ll take you home, get the dome, you go down
You like us, I know now
Make us bust like 4 pounds

[Bridge: Bobby Brackins & Marc E. Bassy]
And its a lot of things that we can do
We can mix my buddies and your crew
Mess with your girl on the side
So I can not be surprised

[Hook: Marc E. Bassy]
When you’re an OB
For me and my homies
Somethings will never change
You know I can’t complain about OB’s
Fuck me and my homies
Somethings will never change
You’ll always be our baby

[Post-Hook: Marc E. Bassy]
OB yeah just an OB yeah
You’re just and OB OB yeah
Yeah just an OB OB
You’re just and OB
You’ll always be our baby

[Video Intro: Ameer Vann & Robert Ontenient]
I could be here all day. You’re gonna tell me what I need to know. You’re gonna tell me. Are you gonna tell me? Come on, spit it out…
Me Ilamo Roberto y este es el camino al éxito.

[Hook: Kevin Abstract & Matt Champion]
Fucking commas up from the outside, from the outside, from the outside
Fu-fucking dollas up from the outside, from the outside, from the outside
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?

[Verse 1: Ameer Vann]
My daddy taught me how to sell dope, turn grams into elbows
Light it up when the L rolled, black man used to kick doors
Wadn’t no bullets in the guns though, niggas still never argue
Raid the house like the task force, me and my niggas like drug dogs
Find the dope and we take off, fuck my girl with my chain on
Bitch, you tatted my name on it, Yellowstone I was raised on it
Actavis in my baby bottle, baby stroller was an Impala
Niggas like to talk down on me, when I see ’em I don’t hear about it

[Hook: Kevin Abstract & Matt Champion]
Fucking commas up from the outside, from the outside, from the outside
Fu-fucking dollas up from the outside, from the outside, from the outside
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?

[Verse 2: Merlyn Wood]
Never would’ve have met my friends if not for satellites
Yeah I’ll cuff her even if she do not suck me right
Always planned to be a rapper when I failed at life
Luckily professor failed me at the proper time
Chh-chh, chh, I say please all the time, bitch
Chh-chh, chh, I like white collar crime, bitch
Chh-chh, chh, money digital broke and
Chh-chh, chh, Ghana prince in your messages

[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]
My daddy hate me for leavin’ then lets go crazy together
When I tell ya all the things that I’m thinking so that we could get better
But you wanna put my heart on the stretcher
I don’t got insurance for this pressure
Wanna find the benefits, I can’t measure
Try not to run out on my temper
I can see the ash and the ember
That was made from emotional texture
I don’t know why I took this endeavor
Non-identified with our presence
Non-identified we’ll surrender
All of my old friends fair-weather
Gotta treat my heart like a treasure, ’cause all I know is no one else will

[Hook: Kevin Abstract & Matt Champion]
Fucking commas up from the outside, from the outside, from the outside
Fu-fucking dollas up from the outside, from the outside, from the outside
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?

[Verse 4: Joba]
You do not know me
Don’t speak of my homies
You are a phony
Quit pinning shit on me
You gon’ bring out the old me
You don’t wanna know what I wanna do when y’all talk down on my name
I don’t wanna see you in the street ’cause I might catch a case
People smile when they face to face (woo, woo, woo!)
Then turn their back and switch up words you say (ah, ah, ah!)
Running to the papers everyday (woo, woo, woo!)
I’m running to the paper anyway (ah, ah, ah!)

[Hook: Kevin Abstract & Matt Champion]
Fucking commas up from the outside, from the outside, from the outside
Fu-fucking dollas up from the outside, from the outside, from the outside
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
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