Burner Phone

How'd you get this line
You hit my burner phone
In a V12 drive
I hope I make it home
Gotta get a grip
But I'm slipping of the rope
Need a few more sips
Cause my cup is not no joke

Will I feel the same
When it's all said and done will I feel the same
When I wake up to the sun will I know your name
If I say the word would you just come running to me
Every time that I lost I was scarred from defeat
Turn your socks red just like Boston, you step up to me
It don't matter what it cost him it costs less to me
Yea it costs a arm and leg but not to me

How'd you get this line
You hit my burner phone
In a V12 drive
I hope I make it home
Gotta get a grip
But I'm slipping of the rope
Need a few more sips
Cause my cup is not no joke

Tell me what the fuck I gotta do if I'm doing it wrong
For every single track I dropped I made fifty songs
I've been doing this shit for way too goddamn long
Sit up in the stu and I'm cooking by my lone
Turning off the lights and off my phone
I told you what was coming I thought you'd know
You got the number for my burner phone
Yea, you got the number for my burner phone



Credits
Writer(s): Keyan Yousefzadeh
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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