Burden Lyrics - Aminé

This is, this is that shit that you, like…
How do I even say this right?
This, this is like some shit you go and pick your, your homie up from jail wit’

Look
Uh-uh, oh (Yeah, I like that)
Yeah, uh-uh, oh (Yup)
Bury me before I’m a burden
Don’t bury me ’til niggas is certain
I’m singin’, singin’
Uh-uh, oh
Yeah, uh-uh, oh
Bury me before I’m a burden
Don’t bury me ’til niggas is certain

When your skin darker, shit gets harder (True)
This a black album like Shawn Carter (Yee)
Screamin’ like I’m Rico, moshin’ like I’m Steve-O
Niggas dodging bullets at Wi’, jammin’ off of Pico
At the barber shop, I got the bald fade
That was before the chubby niggas had the Balmain
You know Giuseppe-ass niggas with the Louis shades
Type to call a girl a bitch if she don’t give ’em play (Yeah)
At sixteen, I was survivin’ off of noodle cups (Damn)
Shit is legal, now the dealers know the jig is up
When it’s us, niggas gettin’ years, maybe ten and up
Soccer moms do the same, but government don’t give a fuck (True)
You know I’m hailin’ from that Rip City, get busy
If I die, roll out the yellow carpet if you fuck with me
Yellow roses in the sky
Pastor rock a yellow tie
Choir make my mama cry
Yellow suit, yeah, I’m fly
Coldplay playin’ “Yellow” live

Ooh, uh-uh, oh (Goddamn)
Yeah, uh-uh, oh (You got to make it better or things won’t change)
Bury me before I’m a burden (They stay the same)
Don’t bury me ’til niggas is certain (This shit is so hard)
I’m singin’, singin’ (Yeah)

Ooh, uh-uh, oh
Yeah, uh-uh, oh, yup (You got to make it better or things won’t change)
Bury me before I’m a burden (They stay the same)
Don’t bury me ’til niggas is certain (Okay)

Man, I’d rather die before I give up
Keep my fuckin’ foot on they necks and never let up
Mark my words, my nigga Marc used to say that (Yeah)
That was way before my nigga Yos had the wave cap (Yeah)
And to top it off, my best friend had a baby (Woo)
We twenty-five, I told that nigga, “Boy, you fuckin’ crazy”
Maybe I’m the one who really need the Lord to save me
The last time I went to church was in the fuckin’ ’80s
Can you believe that?
I was born in ’94 (Woo), can you believe that?
Your favorite rapper’s doin’ blow, can you believe that?
Wide awake, but comatose, Hollywoods and overdose
Girls say innuendos, I’m in limbo, but I know the ropes
And it’s really hard to cope with a Pilot Jones
When the love is lost like I’m coppola
Translatin’ losses before Twitter go and soak it up
Beat so cold, it made Aminé wanna open up

Ooh, uh-uh, oh (Woo)
Yeah, uh-uh, oh (You got to make it better or things won’t change)
Bury me before I’m a burden (They stay the same)
Don’t bury me ’til niggas is certain
I’m singin’, singin’
Ooh, uh-uh, oh (Yeah)
Yeah, uh-uh, oh (You got to make it better or things won’t change)
Bury me before I’m a burden (No, things won’t change, they stay the same)
Don’t bury me ’til niggas is certain (They stay the same, oh)

Blessings (Blessings), blessings (Blessings)
Blessings (Blessings), blessings (Blessings)
Time’s of the essence, I’m tryna get on essence
Man, I don’t take suggestions, God gave me them
Blessings (Blessings), blessings (Blessings)
Blessings (Blessings), blessings (Blessings)
Time’s of the essence
God gave me them