Burnt Out
Lyrics
Know the moonlight shining when I pullup that's the deal
With the black paint dripping down my clothes you know I'm real
From a small town, big dreams, I'm burning out the wheels
Going 100 with a shawty if they check me Ima peel, yuh
Know the moonlight shining when I pullup that's the deal
With the black paint dripping down my clothes you know I'm real
From a small town, big dreams, I'm burning out the wheels
Going 100 with a shawty if they check me Ima peel, yuh
I'm running from my problems, leaving smoke up in the wind
And living like I'm bouta die, I'm ready for this shit
Boy gun fuck around while I'm chasing dreams then get mad at me when I win
You a stupid fuck, you ain't outa luck, you just never tried again, fool
When the fuck did it become a thing
To live a life without chasing dreams
When I told em once they made fun of me
So I showed em up and now they hate to see
Other people win, oh no
They gave up on their dreams
They so they full of fucking hate
And that's why they will never reach
Know the moonlight shining when I pullup that's the deal
With the black paint dripping down my clothes you know I'm real
From a small town, big dreams, I'm burning out the wheels
Going 100 with a shawty if they check me Ima peel, yuh
Wear all black fits for a reason, know we feel in the heat in cold
If they pull me over I'm fucked up cuz I'm driving fast with a load
Boy, we got the gas, it's burning white, mixed rubber with the smoke
Know I'm living fast, cuz I'm on the dash, cuz life be fucking short, yuh
Know the moonlight shining when I pullup that's the deal
With the black paint dripping down my clothes you know I'm real
From a small town, big dreams, I'm burning out the wheels
Going 100 with a shawty if they check me Ima peel, yuh
Know the moonlight shining when I pullup that's the deal
With the black paint dripping down my clothes you know I'm real
From a small town, big dreams, I'm burning out the wheels
Going 100 with a shawty if they check me Ima peel, yuh
I'm running from my problems, leaving smoke up in the wind
And living like I'm bouta die, I'm ready for this shit
Boy gun fuck around while I'm chasing dreams then get mad at me when I win
You a stupid fuck, you ain't outa luck, you just never tried again, fool
When the fuck did it become a thing
To live a life without chasing dreams
When I told em once they made fun of me
So I showed em up and now they hate to see
Other people win, oh no
They gave up on their dreams
They so they full of fucking hate
And that's why they will never reach
Know the moonlight shining when I pullup that's the deal
With the black paint dripping down my clothes you know I'm real
From a small town, big dreams, I'm burning out the wheels
Going 100 with a shawty if they check me Ima peel, yuh
Wear all black fits for a reason, know we feel in the heat in cold
If they pull me over I'm fucked up cuz I'm driving fast with a load
Boy, we got the gas, it's burning white, mixed rubber with the smoke
Know I'm living fast, cuz I'm on the dash, cuz life be fucking short, yuh
Writer(s): Anthony Brach
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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