Back on That Video (MV)
Performed By: BURN ONE
Featuring: Curry, Dawson Goodwin, Jeremy Singh
Language: English
Length: 2:56
BURN ONE - Back on That Lyrics
When I come home from a rough day
Its a all you can smoke blunt buffet
Bae I'm stressed out give me dumb face
Got me twitching and shit like the blunt laced
I'm too high to record this with one take
So Kid Lyal gotta hold on like duct tape
Like I said I'm too high like ya buff rate
Everything purple but I don't puff grape
Smoking on Raws prefer medium steak
Shoot a hole in ya ass like a Bundt cake
Smoking on grass drink until sun break
Getting busy besides all the blunt breaks
Live your life bruh you coulda been a cum stain
My lane going backwards in a one way
I'm, going insane off this one strain
I get drunk and recite the whole "1 Train"
Gotta go rap I'm still pouring up
If we talking cash then I might find a f*ck
I'm back on that ass
I'm back on that ass
Gotta go rap I'm still pouring up
If we talking cash then I might find a f*ck
I'm back on that ass
I'm back on that ass
Back on that extract
Shitting on em' like I popped a Ex-Lax
You smoking on bush that's a hedge pack
But this shit right here from the west land
Don't push me I'm on the edge man
Leave him burnt when I spray no spray tan
Or get stretched when I up it from the waistband
I'm too blessed to be stressed take your hate back
I don't play that
High out my mind... but still
It's a pie in the sky kinda bad idea
That you can f*ck with me, but who can round here?
I'm upping the degrees so they can't stand near
Music diseased ima spread like a smear
Comfy in this fleece got a doobie and beer
Won't stop at least till I stop climbing tiers
They like damn he a beast but I can't change appearance
I'm feeling like Tyson f*ckin up ya ears
I'm sipping on wine but spit straight Everclear
Lil bro gonna spice it then I'm gonna sear
The ceiling is rising with every year
Now they despise me at first it was fear
No diluting music the beverage ain't clear
The style is so dirty like bastard I shimmy right past ya and put this bitch into fifth gear
Gotta go rap I'm still pouring up
If we talking cash then I might find a f*ck
I'm back on that ass
I'm back on that ass
I'm back on that ass
Gotta go rap I'm still pouring up
If we talking cash then I might find a f*ck
I'm back on that ass
I'm back on that ass
I'm back on that ass
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English
When I come home from a rough day
Its a all you can smoke blunt buffet
Bae I'm stressed out give me dumb face
Got me twitching and shit like the blunt laced
I'm too high to record this with one take
So Kid Lyal gotta hold on like duct tape
Like I said I'm too high like ya buff rate
Everything purple but I don't puff grape
Smoking on Raws prefer medium steak
Shoot a hole in ya ass like a Bundt cake
Smoking on grass drink until sun break
Getting busy besides all the blunt breaks
Live your life bruh you coulda been a cum stain
My lane going backwards in a one way
I'm, going insane off this one strain
I get drunk and recite the whole "1 Train"
Gotta go rap I'm still pouring up
If we talking cash then I might find a f*ck
I'm back on that ass
I'm back on that ass
Gotta go rap I'm still pouring up
If we talking cash then I might find a f*ck
I'm back on that ass
I'm back on that ass
Back on that extract
Shitting on em' like I popped a Ex-Lax
You smoking on bush that's a hedge pack
But this shit right here from the west land
Don't push me I'm on the edge man
Leave him burnt when I spray no spray tan
Or get stretched when I up it from the waistband
I'm too blessed to be stressed take your hate back
I don't play that
High out my mind... but still
It's a pie in the sky kinda bad idea
That you can f*ck with me, but who can round here?
I'm upping the degrees so they can't stand near
Music diseased ima spread like a smear
Comfy in this fleece got a doobie and beer
Won't stop at least till I stop climbing tiers
They like damn he a beast but I can't change appearance
I'm feeling like Tyson f*ckin up ya ears
I'm sipping on wine but spit straight Everclear
Lil bro gonna spice it then I'm gonna sear
The ceiling is rising with every year
Now they despise me at first it was fear
No diluting music the beverage ain't clear
The style is so dirty like bastard I shimmy right past ya and put this bitch into fifth gear
Gotta go rap I'm still pouring up
If we talking cash then I might find a f*ck
I'm back on that ass
I'm back on that ass
I'm back on that ass
Gotta go rap I'm still pouring up
If we talking cash then I might find a f*ck
I'm back on that ass
I'm back on that ass
I'm back on that ass
Its a all you can smoke blunt buffet
Bae I'm stressed out give me dumb face
Got me twitching and shit like the blunt laced
I'm too high to record this with one take
So Kid Lyal gotta hold on like duct tape
Like I said I'm too high like ya buff rate
Everything purple but I don't puff grape
Smoking on Raws prefer medium steak
Shoot a hole in ya ass like a Bundt cake
Smoking on grass drink until sun break
Getting busy besides all the blunt breaks
Live your life bruh you coulda been a cum stain
My lane going backwards in a one way
I'm, going insane off this one strain
I get drunk and recite the whole "1 Train"
Gotta go rap I'm still pouring up
If we talking cash then I might find a f*ck
I'm back on that ass
I'm back on that ass
Gotta go rap I'm still pouring up
If we talking cash then I might find a f*ck
I'm back on that ass
I'm back on that ass
Back on that extract
Shitting on em' like I popped a Ex-Lax
You smoking on bush that's a hedge pack
But this shit right here from the west land
Don't push me I'm on the edge man
Leave him burnt when I spray no spray tan
Or get stretched when I up it from the waistband
I'm too blessed to be stressed take your hate back
I don't play that
High out my mind... but still
It's a pie in the sky kinda bad idea
That you can f*ck with me, but who can round here?
I'm upping the degrees so they can't stand near
Music diseased ima spread like a smear
Comfy in this fleece got a doobie and beer
Won't stop at least till I stop climbing tiers
They like damn he a beast but I can't change appearance
I'm feeling like Tyson f*ckin up ya ears
I'm sipping on wine but spit straight Everclear
Lil bro gonna spice it then I'm gonna sear
The ceiling is rising with every year
Now they despise me at first it was fear
No diluting music the beverage ain't clear
The style is so dirty like bastard I shimmy right past ya and put this bitch into fifth gear
Gotta go rap I'm still pouring up
If we talking cash then I might find a f*ck
I'm back on that ass
I'm back on that ass
I'm back on that ass
Gotta go rap I'm still pouring up
If we talking cash then I might find a f*ck
I'm back on that ass
I'm back on that ass
I'm back on that ass