Burn Bridges Songtext
von Dreamville

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 mother- designer Gucci
Louis, Prada all the mother- time?
Been in a panic since I lost my daddy
Searchin′ for some understandin'
Life is what you make it, not take for granted
Harvestin′ all these blessings from the 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 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 with my head
I, 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 with my head
I, 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 either he is the 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 can 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
Could probably find your type of cloth in anyone's closet
I could use this butter knife to slice your garments
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 shorty left, I couldn′t believe it was over
Can′t believe she ain't believe the deceits that I sold her
Though, I gotta swallow the pain and
Starve my ego ′cause that's minuscule
Overall, my family′s blessed though, we livin' cool
I burn bridges, I confess
Gotta get it off my chest
Hard liquor for the stress
Still with my head
I, 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 with my head
I, I should probably say less
Think that'll be best
Think that'll be best
So, look, since a juvenile delinquent, we was taught to pump wallets
Love commas, headed to the Trump Towers
Little Chris, he was a tucker, wouldn′t dare the rush hours
Money gettin′ rid of pain like Shaquille's sunflower
Or lips, slick talker, spit hawkin′, Crip walkin', blood bangin′
I was prideful, I was lyin', I was anxious
Twist fingers, that′s what do to fit in
That 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 and 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 there'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 mama stubbornness
That′s the reason I keep dreamin', keep dreamin′, keep dreamin', hey
So I can spark if I want to
And I pour up a cup if I want to
It's her body, she can pull up if she want to
And I get in them like I want to
The hood, I′m only stuck if I want to
So I can change my luck if I want to
You special, you could do anything you want to
We too 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 with my head
I, 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 with my head
I, I should probably say less
Think that'll be best
Think that′ll be best