Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Burn1, artist - Dropout Kings. Album song AudioDope, in the genre Ню-металDate of issue: 09.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Napalm Records Handels
Song language: English
Burn1 |
| God damn |
| You can smell that through the bag |
| Damn right I brought some for the whole class |
| God damn |
| You can smell that through the bag |
| Homie, where your head at? |
| Break that up and roll that |
| Fuck is you selling them? |
| Man that Audiodope be propelling them |
| All the competition, we excelling them |
| All these compositions be like contradictions |
| For that weak shit you put out on the block |
| Hands together, boy we praying it stops |
| Always got a better cross in my sock |
| Always gotta keep in line for the AUX |
| I don’t be cuffing this shit |
| I don’t like cussing, got cuts on my wrists |
| Yeah, you my bitch |
| Mary, Mary, but she leaving me ripped |
| Fairy Mary when she hitting my lips |
| Straight from the earth my whole catalog |
| Got them chasing the highs like it’s cat and dog |
| Geodude, catch me rolling stone |
| Rock and roll like Golem |
| Looking like «I told ya, bitch» |
| I’m rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (rolling) |
| I spit the wrap only with grass and twist it up |
| I’m rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (rolling) |
| They come fast like «I can’t get enough» |
| God damn |
| You can smell that through the bag |
| Damn right I brought some for the whole class |
| God damn |
| You can smell that through the bag |
| Homie, where your head at? |
| Break that up and roll that |
| Puffing on that seaweed and forgot to look |
| Got me so high I forgot the hook |
| Smoking longer than an iodine half-life |
| Blunt so big, probably hit it in a past life |
| But I can get ya what you need if your cash right |
| Like gas, like turn this shit to ash, right? |
| Like trees, like leaves in the breeze |
| Like grass, like green, like cheese when it stinks |
| I’m saying when I’m up this high it’s panoramic |
| Dab after dab, damn I can to speak |
| And every evening I write my demons |
| How I exorcise and made me to a heathen |
| The reason I keep on blazing |
| No persuasion is needed, I’m fiended |
| Teach me the THC, I breathe in deep |
| Toke low-key like I talk to gods or rebels |
| And I’ma start-ah! |
| I’m rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (rolling) |
| I spit the wrap only with grass and twist it up |
| I’m rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (rolling) |
| They come fast like «I can’t get enough» |
| Quit being wimpy and light it up |
| My crew got the juice come be hype with us |
| I know what you want, baby light it up |
| Twist it, twist it up (Take off right into the sky with us) |
| I’m rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (rolling) |
| They come fast like «I can’t get enough» |
| God damn |
| You can smell that through the bag |
| My crew got the juice come be hype with us |
| I figured you into that kind of stuff |
| God damn |
| You can smell that through the bag |
| Light it up, light it up |
| Take off right into the sky with us |