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BRNT ft. The EMEFE Horns Lyrics
- Genre:Pop
- Year of Release:2015
Lyrics
Girl, you got me fired up
And she wanna get burned
You got me fired up
And she wanna get burned
Fired up
And she wanna get burned
She got me fired up
With a lesson to learn
The only
Thing in life you're owning
Is this little moment
Inside a sphere
Controlling
Everything that's going
On and
Knowing
When the moment is here
When it's snowing in Miami girl you got to behave
We were sipping summer shandies getting rolled by the waves
You were dripping all the sand off of them golden legs
When I'm whipping out the jammy girl I enter the cave
But back to square one
Could you spare one square son
'Bout to feel that snare drum
Girl be saying something like
'Ooo he's handsome'
Hold you up for ransom
Don't be scared, hun
That's my anthem
No tantrums
Now you're looking at me like you wanna
Switch your man
Take your ass to Switzerland
Get a tan
Hit the fanny
Kids with the nanny
Called up the granny
She only speaking Spanish like
Ooh we could vanish after school
We were banished from the pool of Atlantis
You were cruel and romantic, but
This love could have sunk the Titanic
Only
Thing in life you're owning
Is this little moment
Inside a sphere
Controlling
Everything that's going
On and
Knowing
When the moment is here
Ooo girl
You got me fired up
Girl, touch me now,
Because you want to get burned
Yeah
Oh, she got me fired up
She got me fired up
And she wanna get
The only
Thing in life you're owning
Is this little moment
Inside a sphere
Controlling
Everything that's going
On and
Knowing
When the moment is here
We're gonna burn this motherfucker to the ground
(Oh, no you didn't… Oh, Yes I did)
But you wanna get burned
You wanna get burned
Yea, Yea Yea
But you wanna get burned
But you wanna get burned
Good Morning, Miami
Chuck Bronson here
With another titillating tune from the Magic City Hippies
I tell you, Virginia, those boys could sell ice to an Eskimo
And it's hot out there, folks!
Let's take some callers
Colleen, you're on the air
(Well, those boys just go straight to my head
Just like champagne, I'll tell you what, shake what yo mama gave ya)
We hear you, the bubbles, next caller
Marlin!
(In those days I could pitch a tent with the slightest change of the breeze)