Lute Cozz REASON and Arin Ray - Burn Bridges Lyrics

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah
If God is good all the time then why do I not have money all the time?
Why am I not paid with a beautiful nubian queen all the time?
Why am I not in motherf*ckin' designer, Gucci, Louis, Prada
All the motherf*ckin' time?

Been in a panic since I lost my daddy, searchin' for some understandin'
Life is what you make it, shit I take for granted
Harvestin' all these blessings from all these seeds I planted
I'm just livin' life, takin' time
Hit the back roads, doin' thirty-five
Told her that I never felt so alive
Feel like a OG, but I'm in my prime, whoa
Show me my opponent, ain't no pressure, whoa
Tell me, who the f*ck is on my level? Whoa
Took some time to realize what was special, whoa
Show you how to do it with no effort, whoa

I burn bridges, I confess, gotta get it off my chest
Hard liquor for the stress, still f*ckin' with my head
I should probably say less, think that'll be best
I burn bridges, I confess, gotta get it off my chest
Hard liquor for the stress, still f*ckin' with my head
I should probably say less, think that'll be best, think that'll be best

Uh, yeah, stuck in between crazy and genius
In between lazy and bein' amazed that I'm breathin'
'Cause he is either overly worked or he overly thinkin'
Before I knew how to swim, I was thrown in the deep end
So it's no surprise that I could just look in your eyes
And tell I'm not one that you can compete with
Boy, I'm cut from a cloth that's thicker than carpet
Can probably find your type of cloth in anyone's closet
I can use this butter knife to slice your garments
Shit, at least it's clean, 'cause mine got stains from that
Chip on my shoulder, you can be humble and still believe that you chosen
That's why when shawty left, I couldn't believe it was over
Can't believe she ain't believe the deceits that I sold her
F*ck it though, I gotta swallow the pain and starve my ego
'Cause that's minuscule
Overall, my family's blessed, dawg, we livin' full

I burn bridges, I confess, gotta get it off my chest
Hard liquor for the stress, still f*ckin' with my head
I should probably say less, think that'll be best
I burn bridges, I confess, gotta get it off my chest
Hard liquor for the stress, still f*ckin' with my head
I should probably say less, think that'll be best, think that'll be best (so, look)

Look, since a juvenile delinquent, we was taught to pump wallets
F*ck bitches, love commas, headed to the Trump Towers
Lil' Chris, he was a tucker, wouldn't dare the rush hours
Money gettin' rid of pain like Shaquille Sunflower
All lips, slick talker, spit hoggin', crip walkin', blood bangin'
I was prideful, I was lyin', I was anxious
Twist fingers, that's what niggas do to fit in
At Cool Club you need recommendation to get in
Auction for your life, how much you give to put your bid in?
All my ghetto traits gone, I mostly get that from my father
Look, I get my stubborn from my mother, she be doin' the most
But I ain't sweatin' either side, 'cause it's beauty in both
You see the ghetto in me taught me how to hustle
Play the scenic, street smart, slick talkin', little hood and comedic
Everything I say, I mean it, that's my momma's stubbornness
That's the reason I keep dreamin', keep dreamin', keep dreamin', ayy
So I can spark a blunt if I want to (alright)
And I pour up my cup if I want to (alright)
It's her body, she can pull up if she want to (alright)
And I get in them guts like I want to (alright)
The hood, I'm only stuck if I want to (alright)
So I can change my luck if I want to (if I want to)
You special, you can do anything you want to (want)
We two special, we can do anything we want to

I burn bridges I confess, gotta get it off my chest
Hard liquor for the stress, still f*ckin' with my head
I should probably say less, think that'll be best
I burn bridges I confess, gotta get it off my chest
Hard liquor for the stress, still f*ckin' with my head
I should probably say less, think that'll be best, think that'll be best