RAM

[Intro]
That's the thing
You don't understand burnout unless you've been burned out
And it's something you can't even explain, it's just-
Doing something you have absolutely no passion for

[Verse 1]
I got used to the sight and sounds
Of the streets at night in town
Around the block, ferried down, check the ground
Pour one out for what I found (yup)
I got a couple hundred in the bank
Or at least 150, it hope it counts
Decline the option to look at my account
Withdraw, regret, receipt print out
Contactless, ever as an enemy
Scared of money like my mom is scared of centipedes
Earwigs filling up a jar of Hennesy
Forget that, phones on, catching up on anime
All the thots clogging up my timeline
All my thoughts clogging up my mind's eye
Aw bitch, if I'm breathing - don't text me
Show some respect please

[Hook] (x2)
Burned out memory
And my burned out RAM
Burned out hard drive
I'm a burned out man

[Verse 2]
Never had an ambition apart from maybe one
Just wanna hear a dude say "man, that's my favourite song"
On the radio no I won't be there long, but they put me on
Turn this shit up I will make you sing along
Am I wrong for a simple dream?
'Money ain't the answer' they tell you when you're in your teens
Swimming upstream, where the hell's my team gone
Theme song playing on the speakers we don't seem strong
I was pushed aside cooly
Can't remember what it was truly
Feel my memories fading, man feeling like I'm fooly
You knew me, and cruelly left me blue like lazuli
Show me if it's genuine, I wanna see some pock marks
Stop breathing in, we're walking in the park
Stopped listening, what happened to the spark, seems like you juts disembarked
Feel like you ain't there when we were in the dark, nah

[Hook] (x2)
Burned out memory
And my burned out RAM
Burned out hard drive
I'm a burned out man