Muka Surat 9 - Fire's Burning Lyrics

Fire's burning
Bullets flying all across the room
Got nothing on us
The fire's burning but we play it cool
Hear the sound of your voice from behind my ears
Hear the sound the guns shooting, have no fears
You know the heat is burning up within us
He, he was a guy who couldn't care about it
Give him money and he'll fist up on them
There's a fire that burns inside him
He's a fighter, you know not to mess with
But then came the other guy with a gun in hand
He smells like trouble
And a fighter should know to back away from
But he was pulled to the underground
A world without a sound of right and wrong
Don't know what he's there for
Fire's burning
Bullets flying all across the room
Got nothing on us
The fire's burning but we play it cool
Hear the sound of your voice from behind my ears
Hear the sound the guns shooting, have no fears
You know the heat is burning up within us
He, he was the guy with silver spoon in his mouth
Born to the wealth and danger
Knew about guns since he was teenager
Power and control are his signature
Found a little rogue in the backstreet
Got his heart strings pulled by the
Fists flying in the back scene
His desire so obscene
He needs to own the pretty little thing
With fast car as his name
Fire's burning
Bullets flying all across the room
Got nothing on us
The fire's burning but we play it cool
Move, posh
Who's the boss?
Wrap your hands on the posh posh
Who's the boss?
Wrap your hands on the posh posh
Who's the boss?
Wrap your hands on the posh posh
Fire's burning
Fire's burning

Fire's burning
Bullets flying all across the room
Got nothing on us
The fire's burning but we play it cool
Hear the sound of your voice from behind my ears
Hear the sound the guns shooting, have no fears
You know the heat is burning up within us
He, he was a guy who couldn't care about it
Give him money and he'll fist up on them
There's a fire that burns inside him
He's a fighter, you know not to mess with
But then came the other guy with a gun in hand
He smells like trouble
And a fighter should know to back away from
But he was pulled to the underground
A world without a sound of right and wrong
Don't know what he's there for
Fire's burning
Bullets flying all across the room
Got nothing on us
The fire's burning but we play it cool
Hear the sound of your voice from behind my ears
Hear the sound the guns shooting, have no fears
You know the heat is burning up within us
He, he was the guy with silver spoon in his mouth
Born to the wealth and danger
Knew about guns since he was teenager
Power and control are his signature
Found a little rogue in the backstreet
Got his heart strings pulled by the
Fists flying in the back scene
His desire so obscene
He needs to own the pretty little thing
With fast car as his name
Fire's burning
Bullets flying all across the room
Got nothing on us
The fire's burning but we play it cool
Move, posh
Who's the boss?
Wrap your hands on the posh posh
Who's the boss?
Wrap your hands on the posh posh
Who's the boss?
Wrap your hands on the posh posh
Fire's burning
Fire's burning