Papi Beatz - Burnout lyrics

[Produced by Saba and Justin Jackson] [Guitar by Jameson Brenner/Ba** by Carter Lang] [Verse 1: Saba] My grandad adamant about Adam and evil How after the show in the back it's a Katt Stacks dyin' to meet you I wanna rap with the Beatles, I just wanna rap like the Beatles On the road to success caught a detour, picture me tourin' in England I got stranded in Englewood outside of this chick's house And since then I ain't ever really been south Bench press bird sh**, chess nerd kiss a** your distanced From the rest of the world it's hardly normal, I only party formal I'm on mute with no remote, so I don't talk much And the land is lawless like they theme music on ca**ette Yellow tapes say caution caucus I owe a lot to it though Seen a guy on a bus ride, he'll probably die doin' dope Seen a group of girls and they were callin' on the Lord, like may he be witch you In Armageddon I'mma be a n***a with a sword, like Mace Windu Bullet, went through they window, like that was a close call so What if it's your fault, do-do-don't let them catch you sleep and doze off [Hook: Eryn Allen Kane] Hey universe, don't come at me with your bullsh** Your nonsense, your issues, can't handle it These problems keep me up at night But in the end there just problems and everybody got some, right? Shut up, shut up, don't nobody want to hear that Shut up, shut up, don't nobody want to hear that I'm right here, we burnup Pull the windows down and roll out [Verse 2: Saba] Crashin' cars like burnout, I got burnout So I dropped out, see I turned out okay On the Holy Bible told a lie to teachers in the twelfth grade On my entrance essay, I just want to live, find a college to attend Get a pup and picket fence, stop the choosin' and just pick In my head I keep a pic with a fist on the end I got homies in the low, a momma on a hundred and something I'm hella out west though, where the buses stop runnin' early I used to run home, I was scared to walk, people bled at dark It's funny we play with chalk, and then lay in chalk Foreshadow the shadows, it's more cattle for tattles It's beef or snakes with the rattle, they tryin' to dethrone your castle I call it like a sportscaster with stats on tally and tackles I told this lie for a white who*e who thinks I'm a statistic b**h you hate your job, so f** your condescendant, I got common sense You got pa**ed up like a close call, don't let them catch you sleep and doze off [Hook: Eryn Allen Kane] Hey universe, don't come at me with your bullsh** Your nonsense, your issues, can't handle it These problems keep me up at night But in the end there just problems and everybody got some, right? Shut up, shut up, don't nobody want to hear that Shut up, shut up, don't nobody want to hear that I'm right here, we burnup Pull the windows down and roll out [Outro: Saba & Eryn Allen Kane] Wake up, yeah wake up everyday feelin' good Wake up, yeah wake up everyday feelin' good Out of town, out of town homies show me love Bump my new sh** for my n***as in the hood Wake up, yeah wake up everyday feelin' good Wake up, yeah wake up everyday feelin' good Out of town, out of town homies show me love Bump my new sh** for my n***as in the hood