Burn (instrumental by Mors)

I didn't really wanna do it, nah  
Who thought I could say these words  
Silly fuck boy looking like a shooter  
I just watch the world burn  

I didn't really wanna cool it, nah  
Who thought they could make me learn  
Murder myself for the music  
I just watch the world burn  
 
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No back up check when a bitch be runnin'  
Slammed on the ground and I keep on stuntin'  
Flex on next take the neck of the best  
Clear the deck with a tech I'm gonna keep on comin'  
 
Keep my demons wrapped in black  
Fast scattering rats Imma keep on huntin'  
Let it slap blast till it cracks on my back  
Let it stack Imma keep on cuttin', what  
 
Homie don't walk in no fucking shoes  
Lonely am I who be flooding the booth  
Fuck what you do I be movin' my work  
Bitch ass pussy stands to get worked  
 
Blessed with a text said I keep it 100  
Once hunted one busted isn't that something  
Blessed with a text said I keep it 100  
Once hunted one busted isn't that something  
 
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I didn't really wanna do it, nah  
Who thought I could say these words  
Silly fuck boy looking like a shooter  
I just watch the world burn  
 
I didn't really wanna cool it, nah  
Who thought they could make me learn  
Murder myself for the music  
I just watch the world burn