We'll burn that bridge when we get there Hello Miss Heartbroke Sit your sweet self down It's good to see your dancin' feet back out on the town Rumor has it you've had trouble with your man I've had trouble of my own, I think I understand We'll put out

Everytime I get high, I just think about you Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn See ya, see you Na na na na na na, na Ayo, as the world turns, the blunt burns (Who you gettin' at, Nicki?) Watch them cunts learn Fashion icon, Audrey Hepburn I move keys,

That night I saw through all the magic I barely recognized him at all That night I put my youth in a casket And buried it inside of me Now I'm a witness to the death of a hero I burned all the pictures in the attic And threw away the magazines And now

I don't wanna look like that You know you make me breakout Make me breakout Better get out Know you make me breakout Burn it in the blast off Try to get out You make me dizzy Running circles in my head

I won't go back 'Cause I'm sick of the person I used to be So stressed out, burned out, living in my agony Hated all the words that they said to me So I jacked up, blacked out, wasted all those memories 'Cause I'm sick of you I'm sick of me I'm sick of

It's a bonfire, turn the lights out I'm burnin' everything you muthafuckas talk about Okay, it's Childish Gambino, homegirl drop it like the NASDAQ Move white girls like there's coke up my asscrack Move black girls cause, man, fuck it, I'll do either I

We all come here with a light in our eyes Some learn to fly. Some will run for their lives. In this town. In this town This town ain't yours And this town ain't mine. Some will burn out. Some will burn bright.

Watched it pour as I touched your face Well, it burned while I cried 'Cause I heard it screaming out your name I set fire to the rain Let it burn That I never knew, never knew All the things you'd say They were never true, never true

I don't know, why I don't Put it out baby We kiss and the flames Just get higher But yeah I know When I hold onto you baby I'm all tangled up in barbed wire I get burned, I don't learn I'll be back, give it time

It may seem like our fire Has been a little burnt out we're tired We only need to stay close In time, sparks will fly (And we fly too, and we, and we And we fly too) Baby you deserve the whole enchilada Gucci and Prada Toast to the days when I didn't