(Verse 1)
“ Hold on,
Give you one second!”.
I’m stoped from
Telling what happened,

For you to give me
Few sheets blank paper,
And a fountain pen.
To write my story down.

The way I was writing.
Scratched like striking
Wooden matches
Dropped directly in,

More than enough
Gasoline To burn this
Place To the ground.
It is gonna be

(Chorus)
So hot you
Better keep your
Hands off of it.
So hot you

Better keep your
Hands off of it.
So hot you
Better keep your

Hands off of it.
So hot you
Better keep your
Hands off of it.

(Verse2)
Here we are again.
Arrested and
Separated.
Now being asked

What happened,
That brought
Us again
Downtown.

I am one of two men.
Gold Shields listening
To Mister Greene’s,
Dramatic statements.

Against his
Live in girl friend.
How it all
Went down.

They were both In the
Kitchen he was seated,
And being made
Something to eat quick.

When he was...