Burnout Lyrics – Bryson Tiller

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[Verse 1: Bryson Tiller]
I'm sick of being tired, I'm done playing house with her
Can't see me out with her, went a different route with her
I just emptied out the bank, what is the amount? Uh
What is she about? Uh, cancel my accounts with her
And I'm tired of being singled out, but
Maybe being singled out is what I'm needing now, uh
I'm too quick to beat around the bush when we go out, uh
Think I'd rather be around her than be without her
Be without her, we don't be 'round her
But I'm feeling burned out, in the spot, turned out
And I'm speaking slurred, having trouble getting my words out
Listen to these words

[Verse 2: Bryson Tiller]
That's right, I, that's right, I
That's right, I know just what you doing, girl
Said I was the one in first, did he put you in first whenever you flew in, girl?
I'm finna slide to Houston, I'm no Texan, but I'm balling and I'm playing with that precision
I didn't come here to argue 'bout what you did, what you didn't
Oh, no, it's written all over your face
And girl, I know, you feel like time is wasted, yeah and I
Know it's wack, uh, that I'm crawling back, huh (Crawling back)
Told me back up, but who gon' pick my slack up?
And it won't be him, no way, go tell him get his racks up
It ain't 'bout the bread, huh? Least that's what you said, huh
We been tryna resurrect, s*it been feeling dead, huh
Think we need to recollect, ain't no second guessing that
Ain't no pleasant way to say this, bae, I'm feeling burned out
Need to get the urns out, ashes gone past us
Man, I got no last wish, stuck inside the past tense
I'm way past tense, need more than relaxing, what's hatning?

[Verse 3: Bun B]
Man, she know she the one for me and I know she the one too (One too)
When walls start to closing in, you the one I run to
'Cause you my number one, boo, can't let 'em get my fine s*it (Fine s*it)
When they ask you who you with, just tell 'em that you mine, s*it
She be riding shotgun (Shotgun), looking good doing it
I treat her right and keep it a hundred, so I don't ruin it (Other)
Other cats pursuing it, so-sorry bro, she taken
'Cause we make a perfect match, she got the cake and I be baking
Every morning that I'm waking and every night, I lay it down
She right there with me, thick and thin, 'cause 'bout me she don't play around ('Round)
See her, she got a trill one (Trill one), me, I got a baddie (Baddie)
So girl, gon' and jump your pretty ass up in this Caddy, let's go

[Outro: Bun B]
She know she the one for me and I know she the—
One too (One too)