Burnout

[Verse 1: Saba]
My granddad adamant about Adam and evil
How after the show in the back, it's a Katt Stacks dyin' to meet you
I wanna rap with the Beatles, I just wanna rap like the Beatles
On the road to success caught a detour, picture me touring in England
I got stranded in Englewood outside of this chick's house
And since then, I ain't ever really been south
Bench-press bird shit, chess nerd, kiss-ass
You're distanced from the rest of the world; it's hardly normal
I only party formal
I'm on mute with no remote, so I don't talk much
And the land is lawless like they theme music on cassette
Yellow tapes, say caution, caucus, I owe a lot to it, though
Seen a guy on a bus ride, he'll probably die doin' dope
Seen a group of girls and they were calling on the Lord
Like, "May He be with you"
In Armageddon, I'ma be a nigga with a sword
Like Mace Windu
Bullet went through they window, like that was a close call so
What if it's your fault?
Do—Do—Don't let them catch you sleep and doze off, ahh

[Chorus: Eryn Allen Kane]
Hey, Universe, don't come at me with your bullshit
Your nonsense, your issues, can't handle it
These problems keep me up at night
But in the end they're just problems, and everybody got some, right?
Shut up, shut up, don't nobody want to hear that
Shut up, shut up, don't nobody want to hear that
I'm right here, we burn up
Pull the windows down and roll out

[Verse 2: Saba]
Crashin' cars like burnout, I got burnout
So I dropped out—see? I turned out okay
On the Holy Bible, told a lie to teachers in the twelfth grade
On my entrance essay, I just want to live, find a college to attend
Get a pup and picket fence, stop the choosing and just pick
In my head, I keep a pic with a fist on the end
I got homies in the low, a mama on a hundred-and-something
I'm hella out West though, where the buses stop runnin' early
I used to run home; I was scared to walk, people bled at dark
It's funny, we play with chalk and then lay in chalk
Foreshadow the shadows, it's more cattle for tattles
It's beef or snakes with the rattle, they tryna dethrone your castle
I call it like a sportscaster with stats on tally and tackles
I told this lie for a white whore who thinks I'm a statistic
Bitch, you hate your job
So fuck your condescending, I got common sense
You got passed up like a close call
Don't let them catch you sleep and doze off, ahh

[Chorus: Eryn Allen Kane]
Hey, Universe, don't come at me with your bullshit
Your nonsense, your issues, can't handle it
These problems keep me up at night
But in the end they're just problems, and everybody got some, right?
Shut up, shut up, don't nobody want to hear that
Shut up, shut up, don't nobody want to hear that
I'm right here, we burn up
Pull the windows down and roll out

[Outro: Saba & Eryn Allen Kane]
Wake up, yeah, wake up every day feeling good
Wake up, yeah, wake up every day feeling good
Out of town, out-of-town homies show me love
Bump my new shit for my niggas in the hood
Wake up, yeah, wake up every day feeling good
Wake up, yeah, wake up every day feeling good
Out of town, out-of-town homies show me love
Bump my new shit for my niggas in the hood