(We All Have To) Burn Something Songtext
von Big D and the Kids Table
(We All Have To) Burn Something Songtext
I′m all set, see I'm set straight,
I got the whole thing and, yeah it′s great
Life's just running around and sayin' ′Hi!′
And I don't have to worry, no,
Cause I read people, yeah... no,
God′s taking notes on me,
Well, things are off course just a little bit,
Maybe it's me., nah, that′s shit,
They're gettin′ worried about me,
Well slow slow down, or so I'm told,
I'm digging a circle around a hole,
Let′s play ′who won't breath′
Aaw, we all gotta burn something.
Yeah, we all gotta burn something.
See, we're all, we′re all just burning something.
Yeah, we all gotta burn something
Well, she had a boyfriend so i'm told,
Played a dumb sport, did the drama show,
Her parents screamed ′on your knees',
Trapped to bond every day's like never,
I know I know things should get better,
Ah, nah, not another bad week,
But boy boyfriend, yeah, he cheated,
Something about her being mistreated,
In her eyes she was only twenty percent there,
And little by little by little,
She lost her interest little by little,
At an age, young age, she had to burn something,
Aaw, we all gotta burn something.
Yeah, we all gotta burn something.
See, we′re all, we′re all just burning something.
Yeah, we all gotta burn something
So stop me while I'm tired. (3x)
Go on and stop me while I′m tired.
He dug this girl from Tokyo,
He wished he like the radio,
He said 'maybe one day I′ll put some crap up there too',
See learning is never what we expect,
Kinda like the way they met,
Overrun by a change those years can steal,
And now he puts too many empty frames,
In his lonely apartment he goes insane,
From his life of constant action to now solitude,
He said ′Power's too common, don't you think, these days?′
I′d rather go back to my old ways
I'd rather go back to my simple ways
Aaw, see we all gotta burn something.
Yeah, we all gotta burn something.
See, we′re all, we're all just burning something.
Yeah, we all gotta burn something
′Would you boys like to ride my elevator?' - ′Sounds like a cue for a song!'
I got the whole thing and, yeah it′s great
Life's just running around and sayin' ′Hi!′
And I don't have to worry, no,
Cause I read people, yeah... no,
God′s taking notes on me,
Well, things are off course just a little bit,
Maybe it's me., nah, that′s shit,
They're gettin′ worried about me,
Well slow slow down, or so I'm told,
I'm digging a circle around a hole,
Let′s play ′who won't breath′
Aaw, we all gotta burn something.
Yeah, we all gotta burn something.
See, we're all, we′re all just burning something.
Yeah, we all gotta burn something
Well, she had a boyfriend so i'm told,
Played a dumb sport, did the drama show,
Her parents screamed ′on your knees',
Trapped to bond every day's like never,
I know I know things should get better,
Ah, nah, not another bad week,
But boy boyfriend, yeah, he cheated,
Something about her being mistreated,
In her eyes she was only twenty percent there,
And little by little by little,
She lost her interest little by little,
At an age, young age, she had to burn something,
Aaw, we all gotta burn something.
Yeah, we all gotta burn something.
See, we′re all, we′re all just burning something.
Yeah, we all gotta burn something
So stop me while I'm tired. (3x)
Go on and stop me while I′m tired.
He dug this girl from Tokyo,
He wished he like the radio,
He said 'maybe one day I′ll put some crap up there too',
See learning is never what we expect,
Kinda like the way they met,
Overrun by a change those years can steal,
And now he puts too many empty frames,
In his lonely apartment he goes insane,
From his life of constant action to now solitude,
He said ′Power's too common, don't you think, these days?′
I′d rather go back to my old ways
I'd rather go back to my simple ways
Aaw, see we all gotta burn something.
Yeah, we all gotta burn something.
See, we′re all, we're all just burning something.
Yeah, we all gotta burn something
′Would you boys like to ride my elevator?' - ′Sounds like a cue for a song!'
Writer(s): Chris Bush, David Mcwane, Stephen Foote, Sean Rogan, Paul Halpainy, Dan Stoppelman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com