HighWesthus - BURN lyrics

Verse 1: Hallucinations are crawling at the backdoor I have to wrap my head around this diameter Signature, I ignored all the amateur The immature couldn't even handle the connoisseur Blow the horns off of this thing Minotaur Miniture enough to conjure any contour line That we sliding on a condor Pandoring, on this wild blue yond-or-ing Hon-or-ing that n***a for delivering n***alivering Dropping raps like littering Citizen sights on the bounce, so I get it in Hear that muthaf**a wanna taste, so they fidgeting De, de de then be the sound, when I get it in... Know to get some b**hes for the mingeling Test-tingling, fire Ringling, Barnum and Bailey Hot as Kate Miccuci ukulele, stringing summer daily Hook: (I feel, I feel the fire tonight I hear, I hear the people cry) Uh, Im'ma burn it, to the, ground... (I see the people now I got I got what the people want) Verse 2: Here come delirium saying I need to take 2 So let me let you, run it just like a test tube I just stew until I see it on youtube Supported by the likes of people, that don't like Stick to formalities, time to talk salary Guess the only checks we gettin' here is reality When duality, f**s your morality My immortality in actuality, has abnormalities I guess I need to cure this hunger with s**uality Danger on canister, slide like banister f**in' them sisters, the boy Jaime Lannister Crown on the ground, bring on the challengers Yeah I got time, that sh**s on my calendar Gallagher b**h, guess who in ya kingdom f** that, with squirrels just after your nut sack Gotta hunched back with another dame that decided to come back! Hook x1 Verse 3: Blocked in, developing kinda toxin' Got myself imagining all kinds of concoction Locked in with the short legged, they dachshund The legend just docked in, stoned and rockin' Dead like walking, rise from the ash then they Phonenix, Joaquin? Caveman forest, so Thesaurus Rex Perplexed that I'm only gentlemen flexin,' Looking for objects, I'm gunning for respect Enough with the ambiguous text True affection with the hex, can only check for eyes The infected running up of your leg, down to your thigh Kudos, my critical powerful battery is on Tetsuo In dystopian Tokyo Plugged in, so Im Code Lyoko Don Quixote, Don Jon romancin', Scarlett Johanson bu*ton un-pantsin', in this burning(burning) mansion(mansion)