Заурбек

Second thing second, don't you tell me what you think that I can be I'm the one at the cell, I'm the master of my see-ho Ooooooo-ooh The master of my see-ho Ooooooo-ooh I was broken from a young age Taking my tokens to the masses Writing my poems for the few They look at me, shook at me, shook at me Killing me, singing from heartache, from the pain Taking my message, from the veins Speaking my lesson, from the brain Seeing the beauty through the Hey, you burn me up, you burn me up, believer Believer Hey, you burn me down, you burn me up, believer Believer Hey, let the bullets fly, let it rain My life, my love, my time to get from Hey, you burn me up, you burn me up, believer Hey, you burn me up, you burn me up, believer