Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Burn, artist - Moodie Black. Album song Lucas Acid, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fake Four
Song language: English
Burn |
I’m all outside with my stress |
Something on fire but they left to the west |
I’ve been turning in my pain Arizona paranoia |
I don’t know whats real I don’t know about love |
I’ma blemish turncoat powder of my people with a ash flesh |
Power no hope by the needle and I stretch |
Armstrong leave me in the sun so I crack and you have both arms for your fun |
I was blowing out my walls |
Neon green lasers some white kids puddled as some fan boys later in a massed |
out gang lame and uncultured in a rapey vibe talking bout fucking out her eyes. |
am I way to? |
gone to be fond of the non checked dancing in a puddle of my |
blood til I’m on deck |
My palms have holes |
From the rope |
Plains from my mouth when I choke |
Rage in my chest |
Peaking out waves and I’m def |
I’m a old west slang what is left |
Burned in the dirt buried in the dirt but I’m napalm a colorful flame but |
I don’t burn for you |
The OG sway in the swill |
With emojis fangs blown planes in the field |
People don’t fuck if it’s real where the lights |
At put it with the pain and the pills |
Imitate blank in the hills |
Where the eyes shut meditate shanked in the feels |
I’ve got no world where its billed |
I don’t that fit that girl |
Been outside for a minute |
This ain’t even dreaming power to the fist |
Healing like I’ve barely felt screaming in the wind |
With a crop top blaring from the hairs on my chin |
When they look |
There shook scared as some motherfucks calling out our worn slave numbers we |
ain’t getting getting up |
The elephant tusk that I bump round the wrist keeps me limping for the break of |
my bitch like… |
Came from the border and I’m still alive way too death where my flag ??? |
Uh |
Paint all monochrome slain by the plain clothes pain that arrange where the |
buried go |
My people barely touch anything hands to the mass |
Fuck up the class |
Carried by vultures blocked by the trap |
Women like me |
I don’t burn for you |