ترانه:
Blaze Stare At The Sun

I will die? Stare at the sun The end of the world has come Stare at the sun, the sun The ending has just begun Stare at the sun, the sun The end

I will die? Stare at the sun The end of the world has come Stare at the sun, the sun The ending has just begun Stare at the sun, the sun The end

the back of the projects Where niggas pull cards and choppers get pulled out Like you at the barber Fresh up out the blue water like we at the harbor

Me On The Cheek I Really Used To Love It When We Chilled On The Beach Whilst Listening To Beats It Was Funny Takin A Drag Of Her Fag Blazing At The Sun

new king of scalp crushing confusion Demons dress to kill but it's an optical illusion This is an invasion of purified creation I'm star gazing blazing

'll haunt ya And trap ya, wake Blaze up from the dead to bitch slap ya I lay in my bed, shoot Roman Candles at the ceiling I like the fire that rains

with the wrong one Call Dre tell that nigga I'm on one Aftermath nigga we blaze cuban cigars Drive foreign cars into the stars Fuck bitches at our leisure

money in their hands Those girls on their heels sound like horses to me Army is waiting to conquer the sundown Blazes, the rain and the sun is at war

got a myriad of colour I love to stare at And I'm told Fred Flinstone was the very first dead head. I'm stoned as ten Bob Marleys and my eyes are blazing