Burnn Lyrics

She's just gonna let you burn

It's not you, it's all just her

When it burns, you'll be free

When it burns, you'll be free

Yeah, yeah

He pull up in a 645, a 60 fo' she goes live

Dreams of Vegas in her eyes

They so alive, but she takes five

For now it's showtime, and in his mind

Is the time of his life

With the red lips, the tiny waist

The feathers, and all the big lights

She loud mouth and showgirl

Make you think you'll get her home, girl

Although she got no dough

Just know she won't mess with you if you broke, girl

But hey, hey, go talk to her, bro

Legs for days, she wants you, bro

Third time you seen her this week

Trust the D.O., she's saying yes for sure

But when you get her home

What are the thoughts that he starts to think about

She may be playing nice now

Just give it a sec, she giving him the ring around

With all the he say, she say

Same words start to have a different sound

She now back up in the club

He's so in love, but is that another dude now

Well these relationship problems he's just trying to work the Kinks out

She's straight Dakota Jackson his heart, cold until he pulls her drinks out

Think about everything that he did for clout

Fitler the feelings, peel into the sink

Until he drowns

She's just gonna let you burn

It's not you, it's all just her

When it burns, you'll be free

When it burns, you'll be free

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Some dream girls you see they better off stay just as dreams

Chance how that dream girl be ran through by D-grade college team

Don't hate the player, kid Just save all your hate for the game

Chance how you get played out with the rich poor are surrounded by fame

Bezo's lost a billy, Ye got Kim K'd And even Elon got played

They tried out with the famous Dames

Who forgot to keep their wits the same

So save your obsession for honor and respect

And then lastly, the babes

The first who won't leave you

Once you get a little attention on stage

For every Beyonc and Jay

There's a million Tay-Tay's

Treated like a game

For every playing space

There's a million men on Insta

Trying to jot down their names

So shoot your shot, let it pop

But if you're missing it, so for what

You risk a lot for eight months of attention

For a girl whose drawers don't drop

Taken from a man whose game is critically acclaimed

Got girls in Colombia jealous over my music video dames

Plus a little bro who'd outsurf all of these random fakes

Just move on, kid

She ain't letting you pass the space

She's just gonna let you burn

It's not you, it's I'll just

Yeah

When it burns

You'll be free

When it burns

You'll be free