Testo Love On Fire - The Game

Testo della canzone Love On Fire (The Game), tratta dall'album OKE

Running away from what was worse
Your love is burning me down
Running away from what was worse
Your love is burning me down
My mama in a coma, I don't know how to fucking feel
But what I do know is today my life fucking real
Holding my tears inside, trying not to fucking squeal
Where is Jesus when I need him to grab the fucking wheel?
They say if it's fate it's fate, no ain't nothing seal
Staying strong when I really want to pop a fucking pill
Looking at my mama just laying here
Fuck hospitals blood, I ain't staying here
Choked up, my mama all doped up
Make me wanna have all of my enemies scoped up
But my son just walked in, wanna see his grandma
But I can't let him see you like this, damn ma
What the fuck we doing? What the fuck we doing?
Something happen to you, my whole fucking life is ruined
Let the Lord take me from my fucking mama, I'ma kill myself
Break in heaven then it's goin' be drama
Running away from what was worse
Your love is burning me down
Running away from what was worse
Your love is burning me down
I don't never wanna know how Kanye feel
But right now I wouldn't mind seeing how a K feel
Fuck being Game, fuck being rich
Anybody that ever owe me money, I feel like Money Making Mitch
I can't make dinner but I can make a fucking ditch
My pops ain't even checked on her, you a fucking bitch
Headed to Compton right now, I'ma see you there
Matter fact it's better off, I just leave you there
And let you rot nigga, 'til you in a box nigga
From now on it's thug life, I'm positive I'm Pac, nigga
Wr.eakin' havoc on the world for what could be
I'm out here, dare any nigga try to Suge me
Who grew up in Compton? Who was born in Inglewood? Me
Two days left on Death Row is where I should be
But I'm right here waiting for her to wake up
Like please don't die mama, wake up
Running away from what was worse
Your love is burning me down
Running away from what was worse
Your love is burning me down
Hey, this is Lynette, the real mama here
First of all I wanna give thanks
To my one and only son, greatest MC to bless the mic
You know him as the Game
My daughters, my family, and especially all the fans
Thank you for your overwhelming support
In this time of my sickness, I'm doing fine
Thanks for all the support and prayers
When blessings go up, miracles come down



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Writer(s): Ashli Cleveland
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