Burn Tom MacDonald
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[Intro]
Imma let that burn
Imma let that burn
Imma let that burn
[Chorus]
Don't think about it, don't think about it, just light it
We so high that we don't even know if we like it
It's rainin' heavy, I hear it fillin' the pool
I'm laying on my sofa blowin' kush up at the roof
Imma let that burn, light it up, let that burn
Yeah, imma let that burn, l-let that burn
Light it up, let that burn, yeah, Imma let that burn
Light it up, let that burn, yeah, Imma let that burn
L-let that burn
Light it up, let that burn, yeah, Imma let that burn
[Verse 1]
I remember that heartbreak
I remember them broken phones
I remember thеm old days, hasn't really been that long
I remembеr her gold nails, and her gold chains and her gold shoes with the gold strings
Gold seats to the home games, got the gold card in her own name
And that's true
Man, I loved it when she way stay over too late and not leave
Purple rings on that glass table from a cup filled with codeine
We were just a couple good kids in that big city, going broke, gettin' pretty
Ridin' round, tryna get it
Fell in love with a bitch, but we done now, fuck it
Imma let that burn
Imma let that burn
Imma let that burn
[Chorus]
Don't think about it, don't think about it, just light it
We so high that we don't even know if we like it
It's rainin' heavy, I hear it fillin' the pool
I'm laying on my sofa blowin' kush up at the roof
Imma let that burn, light it up, let that burn
Yeah, imma let that burn, l-let that burn
Light it up, let that burn, yeah, Imma let that burn
Light it up, let that burn, yeah, Imma let that burn
L-let that burn
Light it up, let that burn, yeah, Imma let that burn
[Verse 1]
I remember that heartbreak
I remember them broken phones
I remember thеm old days, hasn't really been that long
I remembеr her gold nails, and her gold chains and her gold shoes with the gold strings
Gold seats to the home games, got the gold card in her own name
And that's true
Man, I loved it when she way stay over too late and not leave
Purple rings on that glass table from a cup filled with codeine
We were just a couple good kids in that big city, going broke, gettin' pretty
Ridin' round, tryna get it
Fell in love with a bitch, but we done now, fuck it
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