Burnout

Album cover art for "Burnout" by Bryson Tiller & Bun B

Bryson Tiller & Bun B - Rap, Hip-Hop

Burnout

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Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bryson Tiller] I'm sick of bein' tired, I'm done playin' house with her Can't see me out with her, went a different route with her I just emptied out the bank, what is the amount? Uh What is she about? Uh, cancel my accounts with her And I'm tired of bein' singled out, but Maybe bein' single out is what I'm needin' now, uh I'm too quick to beat around the bush when we go out, uh Think I'd rather be around her than be without her Be without her, me no rebound her But I'm feelin' burned out, in the spot, turnt out And I'm speakin' slurrеd, havin' trouble gettin' my words out Listen to thеse words [Verse 2: Bryson Tiller] That's right, I, that's right, I That's right, I know just what you doing, girl Said I was doin' it first, did he put you in first whenever you flew in, girl? I'm finna slide to Houston, I'm no Texan, but I'm ballin' and I'm playin' with that precision I didn't come here to argue 'bout what you did, what you didn't Oh, no, it's written all over your face And girl, I know, you feel like time is wasted (Yeah), and I Know it's wack, uh, that I'm crawlin' back, huh (Crawlin' back) Told me back up, but who gon' pick my slack up? And it won't be him, no way, go tell him get his racks up It ain't 'bout the bread, huh? Least that's what you said, huh We been tryna resurrect, shit been feelin' dead, huh Think we need to recollect, ain't no second guessin' that Ain't no pleasant way to say this, bae, I'm feelin' burned out Need to get the urns out, ashes gone past us Mad I got no last wish, stuck inside the past tense I'm way past tense, need more than relaxin', what's hannin'? [Instrumental Bridge] [Verse 3: Bun B] Man, she know she the one for me and I know she the one too (One too) When walls start to closin' in, you the one I run to 'Cause you my number one boo, can't let 'em get my fine shit (Fine shit) When they ask you who you with, just tell 'em that you mine, shit She be ridin' shotgun (Shotgun), lookin' good doin' it I treat her right and keep it a hundred so I don't ruin it (Other) Other cats pursuin' it, so-sorry bro, she taken 'Cause we make a perfect match, she got the cake and I be bakin' Every mornin' that I'm wakin', and every night, I lay it down She right there with me, thick and thin, 'cause 'bout me, she don't play around ('Round) See her, she got a trill one (Trill one), me, I got a baddie (Baddie) So girl, go on and jump your pretty ass up in this Caddy, let's go [Outro: Bun B] She know she the one for me, and I know she the— One too (One too)

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Credits

Writers
  • Bryson Tiller
  • Bun B
  • Phillip Anthony Coleman Jr.