Burn Out
No they won't burn out, burn out my flame
Baking some bread with it, put it on my family table
And yes I'm thankful, stable
I wont be wasteful
I won't go in vain, no
Lost the taste for it
My cousin died
Yea, my uncle died
My brother died, my
Mother cried a
Dozen nights and I'm
Wrong if I make my nigga
Bones come back to life so I
Sacrificed my
Back to Christ and I
Act surprised when I'm
Passing by like a shooting star, I'm
Shooting stars at superstars, I'm
Using God like a loss cigar so
Fuck it I'm
Moving far I'm
Moving up, if I
Move enough I could
Move a car here,
Choose a card It's
Super hard
You and ours what's
You is ours you a
Fucking lie and I
Wanna cry because I
Brought my nigga from the
Fucking dead and he
Fucking said ima
Fucking shed ima snake
No they won't burn out, burn out my flame
Baking some bread with it, put it on my family table
And yes I'm thankful, stable
I wont be wasteful
I won't go in vain, no
Lost the taste for it
Fuck a smile so imma
Piece of shit imma
Selfish guy and they
Wonder why momma they
Laughed at me and
Then they told me I'm
Just a child and I
Didn't doubt it now my
Head is crowded blowing clouds, I
Count em till I
Find my value I can't
Do without em I cant
Feel inspired
Setting fire to my
Own desires pass
Me the lighter and it's
Kind of dire but I
Put them first so it's
Fuck the ties make the
Knots tighter gonna
Pull a pot put it in on the fire it's just a
Broth we sought out and you
Drained us out so its
Fuck the broth if you
Want it all you can
Take it all just
Leave us out
Baking some bread with it, put it on my family table
And yes I'm thankful, stable
I wont be wasteful
I won't go in vain, no
Lost the taste for it
My cousin died
Yea, my uncle died
My brother died, my
Mother cried a
Dozen nights and I'm
Wrong if I make my nigga
Bones come back to life so I
Sacrificed my
Back to Christ and I
Act surprised when I'm
Passing by like a shooting star, I'm
Shooting stars at superstars, I'm
Using God like a loss cigar so
Fuck it I'm
Moving far I'm
Moving up, if I
Move enough I could
Move a car here,
Choose a card It's
Super hard
You and ours what's
You is ours you a
Fucking lie and I
Wanna cry because I
Brought my nigga from the
Fucking dead and he
Fucking said ima
Fucking shed ima snake
No they won't burn out, burn out my flame
Baking some bread with it, put it on my family table
And yes I'm thankful, stable
I wont be wasteful
I won't go in vain, no
Lost the taste for it
Fuck a smile so imma
Piece of shit imma
Selfish guy and they
Wonder why momma they
Laughed at me and
Then they told me I'm
Just a child and I
Didn't doubt it now my
Head is crowded blowing clouds, I
Count em till I
Find my value I can't
Do without em I cant
Feel inspired
Setting fire to my
Own desires pass
Me the lighter and it's
Kind of dire but I
Put them first so it's
Fuck the ties make the
Knots tighter gonna
Pull a pot put it in on the fire it's just a
Broth we sought out and you
Drained us out so its
Fuck the broth if you
Want it all you can
Take it all just
Leave us out
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Writer(s): Raymond Sooklal
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