Burnout (feat. Eryn Allen Kane)

[Saba]

My granddad 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 touring 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 shit, chess nerd, kiss-ass

You're 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 cassette

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 calling on the Lord

Like: May He be with you

In Armageddon, I'ma be a nigga 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, ahh

[Eryn Allen Kane]

Hey, Universe, don't come at me with your bullshit

Your nonsense, your issues, can't handle it

These problems keep me up at night

But in the end they're 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 burn up

Pull the windows down and roll out

[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 choosing and just pick

In my head, I keep a pic with a fist on the end

I got homies in the low, a mama 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 tryna dethrone your castle

I call it like a sportscaster with stats on tally and tackles

I told this lie for a white whore who thinks I'm a statistic

Bitch, you hate your job

So fuck your condescending, I got common sense

You got passed up like a close call

Don't let them catch you sleep and doze off, ahh

[Eryn Allen Kane]

Hey, Universe, don't come at me with your bullshit

Your nonsense, your issues, can't handle it

These problems keep me up at night

But in the end they're 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 burn up

Pull the windows down and roll out

[Saba & Eryn Allen Kane]

Wake up, yeah, wake up every day feeling good

Wake up, yeah, wake up every day feeling good

Out of town, out-of-town homies show me love

Bump my new shit for my niggas in the hood

Wake up, yeah, wake up every day feeling good

Wake up, yeah, wake up every day feeling good

Out of town, out-of-town homies show me love

Bump my new shit for my niggas in the hood