Lyrics:
be found
Naked, burnt, and twisted
Tattooed hearts upon their wrists
And passion forever frozen in their mouths
At least now we know what love is
own stuck right up your jacksy
It's what we thought
Pretty sure that no-one ever gave up
From your burnt fingers to smells that linger
To all
Courage, Chris Danica, Scott Owen, Thom and Guy Man
Salarian Crew, but don't get yourself burnt
'Cause the Parcels album was damn hot, and you know that
(Yeah man)
Aye aye, going down
Lines are broken
Lips, salty dry
Taste desperation
Aye aye, tell me why
You leave the stove top on?
Burnt
Manna get burnt like crème brûlée
This one's a warning
You don't wanna be 'bout truly
Manna going on gangster lately
Gangster, gangster lately
cash
He just swipe it out
My generation going downhill
It's wiping out
Meanwhile I'm turnt as fuck
I left my pizza in the oven
That bitch burnt
a burnt CD-R in your visor
From back when you were in a band
You laughed so hard it hurt
But I like how that guitar looked when it was in your hands
the cobblestone just as fast as fire
Turn your eyes blind if we burnt those thieving liars
'Cause the smoke could burn much brighter
As the wind hurls
Längen besser als ihr
Ich krieg von euch ganzen Blendern fast 'ne Rap-Allergie
Ihr burnt? Wo is'n tighterer Flow, wo'n fetterer Beat?
Ihr könnt's
Feel like my life is a photograph
And the edge surrounding it burnt
Life is so delicate
It's like a china doll, oh
Give me a sign it'll all be
Feel like my life is a photograph
And the edge surrounding it burnt
Life is so delicate
It's like a china doll, oh
Give me a sign it'll all be
a broke bitch, I could feel it
Her nails probably still acrylic
And her wig lookin' like a pack of ramen noodles
That I burnt up on the skillet
Them gyally tryna air the kid
I just got my money up and then I burnt the bridge, uh
No time for a pagan, you know I'm a paid one
With a sweet one
ain't no discussion
Run up, you get burnt, like you just touched an oven
Fuck on that bitch, I might hit on her cousin (ayy)
She bust like a 12 gauge
How I eat your burnt toast
You think that I think it's good
Dream 'bout kids we ain't had yet
Or even if we would
How our long shadows kiss
a trait with criticism
When I talk like this it's like hypnotism
Forget this roadman ting, I've seen a prison
From the inside out and yeah, I was burnt
Burnt lips when the wind blows
Black tint on the windows
I can't see what the future holds
But I wanna know
I tip toe on the dirt road
Too hot
I was unkind, let it all unwind
I burnt that shit to the ground
Deep in denial, they put me on trial
Then it all came crashin' down
I was ran out
try thief my flow
Can't do it like me so it's minor, ay
Pedal bike man do mile up
Or skrrt out the whip burnt tyre
My mum thinks I'm out here
nothing but a burnt cross and broken hearts
I wanna live in the shadows with him
Make him do the to things I might have done
'Til you, can't get away
in reverse
And a love song
That is burnt in my mind
peaceful
Mouldy ceilings
Burnt out
That's how the others died
That's how they'll die again
That's how the others died
And that's how they'll die
wirkt vom Ablauf her eher wie 'n Soundcheck
Und obwohl da 'n paar Typen rappen, hört's sich an wie Frauenrap
Auf Platte meint ihr, ihr burnt, und kocht
wanna hold you close, wanna show you what loves about
I want you to know so I'm givin' you my solemn vow
You've been burnt before and you're afraid
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