Burner. by FYNCH Lyrics

Awestruck
The great white anomaly

You're coddin' me?
I'm not
I'm just stating the facts kid, you lack wit?
That shit is so tragic

I'm that sick
Well I've a perpetual cold
So I'll make sure to blow my nose before I'm breaking the mould
Taking its toll
I'd rather be embracing a role
On the dole, than play the folly or a foe

Take it in
The track and when I lace it with
Laser wit, tongue in cheek quips, I'm a brazen git
See, I embrace it, I attach it to me sleeve and that
I season tracks well, but pal, you're a seasoned brat
I'd like to state as a prerequisite for all
I spit harder than a John Arne free-kick
I've got the truest grit
And a dollop of some fucking foolishness
I won't stop doing this until I've wardrobes of the newest kicks

But I won't do it for the stardom
I'll do it for the bleary eyes and heartburn
I'll keep it lit and then, heaven knows
Maybe I'll get booked to go and rock the mic at several shows

Of course, I'll keep the family close
Have yiz all head nodding while yiz are on your tippy-toes
Spit the prose
With chipped tooth, pal, and the silly flows
FYNCH is the future, pal, chap, and it's not even close