Burnout

Lyrics

[Intro: Saba] Uh, uh [Verse 1: Saba] My granddad adamant about Adam and evil How after the show in the back, it's a Kat Stacks dyin' to meet you? I wanna rap with The Beatles, I just wanna rap like The Beatles On the road to success, caught a detour, picture me touring in England I got stranded in Englewood outside of this chick house And since then, I ain't ever really been south Bench-press bird shit, chess nerd, kiss-ass, you're distanced From the rest of the world, it's hardly normal, I only party formal I'm on mute with no remote, so I don't talk much And the land is lawless like they theme music on cassette Yellow tape say caution, caucus, I owe a lot to it though Seen a guy on a bus ride, he'll probably die doin' dope Seen a group of girls and they were calling on the Lord Like, "May He be with you" In Armageddon, I'ma be a nigga with a sword Like Mace Windu Bullet went through they window Like, that was a close call, so what if it's your fault? Don't let 'em catch you sleep and doze off, uh [Chorus: Eryn Allen Kane] Hey, Universe, don't come at me with your bullshit Your nonsense, your issues, can't handle it These problems keep me up at night But in the end, they just problems and everybody got some, right? Shut up, shut up, don't nobody want to hear that Shut up, shut up, don't nobody want to hear that I'm out of here, I'm burned up Pull the windows down and roll out, oh [Verse 2: Saba] Uh, uh Crashin' cars like burnout, I got burnout So I dropped out, see? I turned out okay On the Holy Bible, told a lie to teachers in the twelfth grade On my entrance essay, I just wanna live, find a college to attend Get a pup and picket fence, stop the choosing and just pick In my head, I keep a pic with a fist on the end I got homies in the low, a mama on a hundred-somethin' I'm hella out West though, where the buses stop runnin' early I used to run home, I was scared to walk, people bled at dark It's funny, we play with chalk and then lay in chalk Foreshadow the shadows, it's more cattle for tattles It's beef or snakes with the rattle, they tryna dethrone your castle I call it like a sportscaster with stats on tally and tackles I told this lie for a white whore who thinks I'm a statistic Bitch, you hate your job So fuck your condescendin', I got common sense You got passed up like a close call Don't let 'em catch you sleep and doze off, uh [Chorus: Eryn Allen Kane] Hey, Universe, don't come at me with your bullshit Your nonsense, your issues, can't handle it These problems keep me up at night But in the end, they just problems and everybody got some, right? Shut up, shut up, don't nobody want to hear that Shut up, shut up, don't nobody want to hear that I'm out of here, I'm burned up Pull the windows down and roll out, oh [Outro: Saba, Saba & Eryn Allen Kane] Wake up every day feeling good Wake up every, wake up every day feeling good Out of town, out of town homies showin' love Bump my new shit for my niggas in the hood Wake up every, wake up every day feeling good Wake up every, wake up every day feeling good Out of town, out of town homies showin' love Bump my new shit for my niggas in the hood Wake up every