House Burn Down

Had me in the palm, had me in the palm of your hand

But you still throw me down to see how I land

And I'm that type of bitch, running to my next heartbreak

But you still pull me 'round to see what I'll take

Whoa, oh, and I'm just waiting for this house to burn down

Whoa, oh, and I'm just waiting for my luck to run out

Whoa, oh, and if you tell me that you're leaving

I'ma need a better reason than you hate the way I'm being

Whoa, oh, and I'm just waiting for this house to burn down

I'm that type of bitch, always gotta dry her eyes

'Cause someone said something that I didn't like

And maybe I've been catching, maybe I've been catching good days

When you're sweet to me like lemonade (uh, uh, uh)

Whoa, oh, and I'm just waiting for this house to burn down

Whoa, oh, and I'm just waiting for my luck to run out

Whoa, oh, and if you tell me that you're leaving

I'ma need a better reason than you hate the way I'm being

Whoa, oh, and I'm just waiting for this house to burn down

Damn, you're good when you say you love me

Damn, you're good when you give me nothing

Damn, you're good when you say you love me

Damn, you're good when you give me nothing (aow!)

And I'm just waiting for this house to burn down (ah, ah)

Whoa, oh, and I'm just waiting for my luck to run out, oh

Whoa, oh, and if you tell me that you're leaving

I'ma need a better reason than you hate the way I'm being

Whoa, oh, and I'm just waiting for this house to burn down, mmm