I must admit
Lately man I been thinking to much
Wondering if its from the loud
In that backwood or dutch
Question
When will it turn to gold
Everything I touch
Answer
Once I start taking shots
Knowing that I'm so clutch
I was putting in work on the low
Don't think it didn't take much
They tried to slow me up like early morning traffic
When I'm In a rush
Hard to let go of the past
And ones I should've been left in it
Yea i might be talking bout you
If your life now you see me less in it
Had to lose'em in order to win it
End result heading straight for collision
Better hurry up and make a decision
Yo you'd a did the same up in my position
I gather my thoughts
Suit up for the mission
And I ain't get here over night
Yo it took repetition
And to gain inner vision
To see through the fake ones
From those that was with me
Round ever since day one
Could never mistake them
From the rest there
When everything gucci
Then disappear soon as the mayhem
Come along most wasn't down to ride
Only free if its getting lit
Until you need'em now they hands tied
Yo how could I think yah was with me
And kept it a buck fifty
Yo these niggas be acting to shifty
Fronting like they some star players
Yo they couldn't cut the B team
Always talking bout they next move
Well at least to me
Its yet to be seen
And I'm blind to all you f*ck boys
And the cheap talk never phase me
Yo I ain't the ones for the games B
They try to slow you up then play you foul
When there ain't no mother f*cking referee
Yo see these f*ck boys
Stay trying clock my moves
Especially when your winning
Know they rather watch you lose or better off dead
Uh
Like a burnt out fuse
Outlined in chalk
Now its breaking news
Everyday I get faded
Just to ease my mind
And I ain't trying come down
When I'm on cloud nine (Word)
I must admit
Lately man I been thinking to much
Wondering if its from the loud
In that backwood or dutch
Question
When will it turn to gold
Everything I touch
Answer
Once i start taking shots
Knowing that I'm so clutch
I was putting in work on the low
Don't think it didn't take much
They tried to slow me up like early morning traffic
When I'm In a rush
Hard to let go of the past and ones
I should've been left in it
Yea i might be talking bout you
If your life now you see me less in it
Justin Moultrie - Burnt OUT Lyrics
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I must admit
Lately man I been thinking to much
Wondering if its from the loud
In that backwood or dutch
Question
When will it turn to gold
Everything I touch
Answer
Once I start taking shots
Knowing that I'm so clutch
I was putting in work on the low
Don't think it didn't take much
They tried to slow me up like early morning traffic
When I'm In a rush
Hard to let go of the past
And ones I should've been left in it
Yea i might be talking bout you
If your life now you see me less in it
Had to lose'em in order to win it
End result heading straight for collision
Better hurry up and make a decision
Yo you'd a did the same up in my position
I gather my thoughts
Suit up for the mission
And I ain't get here over night
Yo it took repetition
And to gain inner vision
To see through the fake ones
From those that was with me
Round ever since day one
Could never mistake them
From the rest there
When everything gucci
Then disappear soon as the mayhem
Come along most wasn't down to ride
Only free if its getting lit
Until you need'em now they hands tied
Yo how could I think yah was with me
And kept it a buck fifty
Yo these niggas be acting to shifty
Fronting like they some star players
Yo they couldn't cut the B team
Always talking bout they next move
Well at least to me
Its yet to be seen
And I'm blind to all you f*ck boys
And the cheap talk never phase me
Yo I ain't the ones for the games B
They try to slow you up then play you foul
When there ain't no mother f*cking referee
Yo see these f*ck boys
Stay trying clock my moves
Especially when your winning
Know they rather watch you lose or better off dead
Uh
Like a burnt out fuse
Outlined in chalk
Now its breaking news
Everyday I get faded
Just to ease my mind
And I ain't trying come down
When I'm on cloud nine (Word)
I must admit
Lately man I been thinking to much
Wondering if its from the loud
In that backwood or dutch
Question
When will it turn to gold
Everything I touch
Answer
Once i start taking shots
Knowing that I'm so clutch
I was putting in work on the low
Don't think it didn't take much
They tried to slow me up like early morning traffic
When I'm In a rush
Hard to let go of the past and ones
I should've been left in it
Yea i might be talking bout you
If your life now you see me less in it
Lately man I been thinking to much
Wondering if its from the loud
In that backwood or dutch
Question
When will it turn to gold
Everything I touch
Answer
Once I start taking shots
Knowing that I'm so clutch
I was putting in work on the low
Don't think it didn't take much
They tried to slow me up like early morning traffic
When I'm In a rush
Hard to let go of the past
And ones I should've been left in it
Yea i might be talking bout you
If your life now you see me less in it
Had to lose'em in order to win it
End result heading straight for collision
Better hurry up and make a decision
Yo you'd a did the same up in my position
I gather my thoughts
Suit up for the mission
And I ain't get here over night
Yo it took repetition
And to gain inner vision
To see through the fake ones
From those that was with me
Round ever since day one
Could never mistake them
From the rest there
When everything gucci
Then disappear soon as the mayhem
Come along most wasn't down to ride
Only free if its getting lit
Until you need'em now they hands tied
Yo how could I think yah was with me
And kept it a buck fifty
Yo these niggas be acting to shifty
Fronting like they some star players
Yo they couldn't cut the B team
Always talking bout they next move
Well at least to me
Its yet to be seen
And I'm blind to all you f*ck boys
And the cheap talk never phase me
Yo I ain't the ones for the games B
They try to slow you up then play you foul
When there ain't no mother f*cking referee
Yo see these f*ck boys
Stay trying clock my moves
Especially when your winning
Know they rather watch you lose or better off dead
Uh
Like a burnt out fuse
Outlined in chalk
Now its breaking news
Everyday I get faded
Just to ease my mind
And I ain't trying come down
When I'm on cloud nine (Word)
I must admit
Lately man I been thinking to much
Wondering if its from the loud
In that backwood or dutch
Question
When will it turn to gold
Everything I touch
Answer
Once i start taking shots
Knowing that I'm so clutch
I was putting in work on the low
Don't think it didn't take much
They tried to slow me up like early morning traffic
When I'm In a rush
Hard to let go of the past and ones
I should've been left in it
Yea i might be talking bout you
If your life now you see me less in it
Writer: Justin Moultrie
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