作词 : East Ye
作曲 : East Ye
编曲 : East Ye
Shoot my shot, alright
Give me the first night at then I take off
Bright that I take off
Made another hit, yeah
Yeah, yeah ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
Hmm, on the realest
Hard with a if I miss you
Lovin' on the and your mouth is the issue
Lovin' on the time when your spouses'posed to be with you
Count up on athou' soon asI'll come and get you
Fought for a play, my, my, but I miss you
Must own the fam wanna hit through
Lightning and thundercan't tell me whatI've been through
Need to dosomethin' for the Sunday,gettin' over
Line forsomethin', forsomethin' wegettin' into
Hide'fore our fam butwe're fine with the fame
On lines, on the lines, on the mean
That was all fine, on the time for the money
Yeah, Pluto Burning down the house
Yeah Burning down the house
Cookin' at the apartment
Burning down the house
Ninja,I'ma play off, ah, ah Burning down the house
Cookin' up, about time I scrape out that pain
One day I was high, had to pour the whole pint
Woke up in the sky, save money from the bank
I'll take it wrapped the plastic, accept anything
Cut up the dark with the fetti, nine times
Hope at that day like I got ninety- nine lives
Blood on my money, see the blood in my eyes
LaFerrari, bando, two at a time
Every time I park it you gotta tell meit's mine
Sinnin' again,I've beenwinnin' again
Telling that shawty to spin it again
Ridin' with the fire,ain't nevergon' see
Walkin' in the day when they head is a mess
Dark in my flesh, say it run in my cup Burning down the house
Rose gold like a band- aid over my cut
Tailored in Burning down the house
I mess the things up again
They had the main in the main roomI'm in Burning down the house
I got the main ones in
I hold the manner, Burning down the house
Can't nobody find'cause this the home of the drillers
Got a home across your home'cause I miss you
Says your mouth is the issue
If I run for twenty- four, I bet my spousegon' be with me
Turn up on the town whenit's out, when we in it
Gotta love the town, want it now me
Last time in town, yeah, you seen where they sit me
Last time in town, yeah, your team where they meet me
Time for the fiend
Heaven's on the down on me
Idon't need to find and Idon't need it for the minute
Bando, count money with the MAC
Seen too much violence, done seen too much death
Bodies on bodies, got a gang full of them
Raised by gangsters, prostitutes and pimps
Visit my grandmother in prison on Sunday
Talk in third person,won't admit it if I done it
Money like Sage in my house, keep itburnin'
Burning down the house
Money like Sage in my house, keep itburnin'
Burning down the house
Money like Sage in my house, keep itburnin'
Burning down the house
Burning down the house