Yeah…

For shizzle my wizzle, back in this bizzle

Still at Baker on the skillet, just lettin' these beats sizzle

When they asked me what I wanted to be when I was little

I said "Fire, man."

But I meant with a comma in the middle

Oh, that's fire, man, grew up so fire, man

I do the opposite of what these firefighters can

Been smokin' all these motherfuckers, blaze 'em by the gram

I've got a band in my hand for whoever can douse the fuckin' fireman

Oh, he's so fire, damn

That's how we roll, boy, ay, who got the lighter, then?

Burn out the day, man, burn out the night, man

I've got a band in my hand for whoever can douse the fuckin' fireman

I'm from that era when Nintendo gave us that Rumblepak

Boy, come at Eric, and there ain't no comin' back (comin' back)

You gettin' button mashed, hold up, what the fuck is that? (fuck is that?)

I float on beats, so please, keep both feet inside my hovercraft (vrooom!)

Jugglin' flame, my brain is such a circus (whoa!)

Give it all-or-nothing, this shit's my fall back when nothing's workin' (that's right)

Man, I've got a lovely girlfriend (I do!)

Still I'm in love with cursin' (I do)

Show up in person and fuckin' turn up like bunsen burners

This black music got me feelin' like I'm Mr. White (Mr. Wh- bitch!)

Señor Blanca, Tuco Salamanca, shit is tight (tight, tight, tight!)

This baby blue in your crack pipe, so act like it

I see what you can't in the lab, sight like black lights

Was Heisenberg in a past life (past life)

I wish you coulda seen what happened last night (last night)

The same exact thing that happened the night before that night

And the night before that night

Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's right (that's right)

The only thing that I ever wanted to be when I young (okay)

Spit fire, like a spitfire fighter, off the tongue

Until there ain't air in my lungs, I do not care where you from

I will come bury some dumb motherfuckers

Some kids want to be policeman (yeah!)

Other kids want to drive the ambulance (okay!)

And, sorry, I don't know who you are (I don't give a shit)

But I know who I am, man

Yes, I'm the

Fireman, grew up so fire, man

I do the opposite of what these firefighters can

Been smokin' all these motherfuckers, blaze 'em by the gram

I've got a band in my hand for whoever can douse the fuckin' fireman

Oh, he's so fire, damn

That's how we roll, boy, ay, who got the lighter, then?

Burn out the day, man, burn out the night, man

I've got a band in my hand for whoever can douse the…

Never played with fire trucks, I'm just fired up, uh

Never played with fire trucks, I'm just fired up, uh

Yeah, you played with fire trucks, but didn't write as much, uh

You know it's dope when one line will get you high as fuck

Never played with fire trucks, I'm just fired up, uh

Never played with fire trucks, I'm just fired up, uh

Nobody taught you not to ever play with fire, bruh? Uh

You know it's dope when one line will get you high as fuck (haha!)

So if y'all don't get it, bitch, talk to your supplier

My shit is forest fires, and you can't afford a lighter

So the park rangers treat the boy like Eric a bad dude

Cuz this flame gon' burn On & On, yeah, like Erykah Badu

Man, walk right by me, then you might just hear the sound of sirens blarin'

None of y'all rappers touchin' my shit, cuz I'm lit and I ain't sharin'

Didn't your mommy ever teach you not to judge me by appearance

Don't you dare, I kindly ask you only judge me by my lyrics, please

A trained soldier with this flamethrower

Man, I used to hang with stoners, but now I remain sober

Oh, you ain't noticed that I've been the same since I was in a stroller (same since day one)

And I'll be that same old, same old until my game over

Just picture me in my final days, yes, I'll say (ah)

Even if they think I've gone up in smoke, I'ma find a way

As the camera pans onto the fireplace

You can see a spark fly, then it cuts-

Directed by Michael Bay (haha)

That's fire, man, grew up so fire, man

I do the opposite of what these firefighters can

I'm smokin' all these motherfuckers, blaze 'em by the gram

I've got a band in my hand for whoever can douse the fuckin' fireman

Oh, he's so fire, damn

That's how we roll, boy, ay, who got the lighter, then?

Burn out the day, man, burn out the night, man

I've got a band in my hand for whoever can douse the fuckin' fireman