Burn

Carrie Underwood – Burn Lyrics

Burn
this is a track by Carrie Underwood

Sitting there wrapped up tight
In your flannel button-up
With your arms around me
Watching those flames dance high
Where nobody could find us
Oh, but you sure found me
Yeah, we were lighting that fire
Heating up the sky like a July rocket
No, we never got tired
We’d stay up all night and watch it

Burn
Like whiskey in my glass
Even though it’s sitting on ice
It’s always gonna burn
Little too hot real fast
Like when you were mine, yeah
That’s the thing about your memory
It’s keeping me warm, but it’s killing me
Every time I think about you now
Even though our love died out
It’s always gonna burn, burn, burn

Riding ’round rag top down
Little beach town
Weekend on the water
Under that gold moonshine
Your lips on mine
Couldn’t get no hotter
Yeah, we were soaking it up
Buzzing on love and margaritas
When I see the sand and the sun
The salt in the air, I swear, I feel the

Burn
Like whiskey in my glass
Even though it’s sitting on ice
It’s always gonna burn
Little too hot real fast
Like when you were mine, yeah
That’s the thing about your memory
It’s keeping me warm, but it’s killing me
Every time I think about you now
Even though our love died out
It’s always gonna burn, burn, burn, yeah

It’s always gonna burn, just like this whiskey
It’s always gonna burn and make me wonder if you miss me

That’s the thing about your memory
It’s keeping me warm, but it’s killing me
Baby when I think about you now
Even though our love died out
It’s always gonna burn, burn, burn

It’s always gonna burn, burn, burn

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Songwriter (s): Carrie Underwood, David Arthur Garcia, Hillary Lindsey

Carrie Marie Underwood is an American country singer. She rose to prominence after winning the fourth season of American Idol in 2005
project: Denim & Rhinestones (2022)
CARRIE UNDERWOOD

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Velvet Heartbreak
Ghost Story
Hate My Heart
Burn
Crazy Angels
Faster
Pink Champagne
Wanted Woman
Poor Everybody Else
She Don’t Know
Garden

BANKS – Burn Lyrics

“Burn” Lyrics By BANKS

You know that I
I know what’s going on
Can’t find the time, I won’t
Won’t end it ’cause it feels like home

Got me caught up in your past
Put your baggage on my back, my love
Though it’s heavy I can manage
If you want a ride, piggy back it

I’ll take care of you if you want
Make you food, iron your shirt
‘Cause I find it’s all I know
Make you cocky when you hurt
And you
Maybe we met in a past life
Maybe it worked out right
I can’t handle any turn
I’ll be your candle, watch me burn

You get mad when I
I say I should let go
I know it’s not simple
There’s no use in looking back in time

When you’re living in your mind
And nostalgia holds you in dark places
But I’ll be here just in case
You decide you want some help, we can face it

I’ll take care of you if you want
Make you food, iron your shirt
‘Cause I find it’s all I know
Make you cocky when you hurt
And you
Maybe we met in a past life
Maybe it worked out right
I can’t handle any turn
I’ll be your candle, watch me burn

Baby, I
Baby
Baby, I
Baby

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Songwriter (s): BANKS

Jillian Rose Banks, known mononymously as Banks, is an American singer, songwriter, and poet. She is signed to Harvest Records and Good Years Recordings. 
project: Serpentina (2022)
BANKS

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Burn
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this track features Samoht
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BANKS — Lyrics
Jillian Rose Banks

Chris Webby – Burn Lyrics

“Burn”

Chris Webby

this track features Locksmith & Apathy

[Intro: Chris Webby]
Yeah

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
You can spot a fire by watching the Spotifiers
They just press play on my shit and they start a fire
Ride ’til I die, ’til there’s no groove left on the tires
Chillin’ at home like umpires
While I write my next shit, lay it down and flex it
From the booth to the marketplace let the checks hit
Treating every song like an individual investment
Underground king of my coast, eatin’ shellfish
With a bad bitch, ’cause we all gon’ die
So this lifе I got, I live right
You can all try, but can’t outsmart me, ’cause my
Intеllectual’s on the level of A.I.
I learn by defeat, check the battling scars
Bitch, most of you can’t even step to half of my bars
You fucking pussy, run your mouth while you actin’ all hard
You probably wear your rubber gloves and face mask in the car
With your windows rolled up, trying not to get sick
But shit, I been sick for years, my therapist
Told me if we wrote down all my problems, it’d be a list
So long even Santa Claus couldn’t check this
Let alone check it twice, fuck naughty and nice
I’m so bad, having coal in my stocking’s a way of life
Kerosene in one hand while the other got a light
Hear a— then I’m calling it a night, Webby
[Chorus: Chris Webby & Locksmith]
Uh, yeah, we all gon’ die
Live like the roof’s on fire and we yelling out
“Burn, motherfucker, burn, motherfucker, burn
Burn, motherfucker, burn,” yeah
Uh, yeah, we all gon’ die
Live like the roof’s on fire and we yelling out
“Burn, motherfucker, burn, motherfucker, burn (Yo)
Burn, motherfucker, burn” (Fuck ’em, let ’em conspire)

[Verse 2: Locksmith]
See, I can spot a liar by watching his spot expire
I can spit a verse and kill rappers with rapid fire
Rap deniers won’t acknowledge my prowess, don’t try to route us
Route that I’m on based on songs, now who’s the loudest?
Allow me to explain my versatility origins
I came up with pimps and rebels fighting the war we in
Normally I’m ignoring the silly rappers with corneums
I can smell the smoke ’cause my hood was a crematorium
This is like a memoriam for what I used to be
So when I light the match, you pussies better use your feet
All that’s left is charred up bodies as far as you can see
If you can see, then I might show mercy, don’t try to divert me
Fuck your politics and opinion, you just a minion
Everything you ever mention you heard on a cable network
A carefully crafted timeline and algorithm
That’s only feeding you bias, you don’t believe me, just try it
‘Cause everything I built, see I built from the ground up
Come around us, like you been sippin’ that Roundup
Killin’ off you weeds as I weave in-between the sound
I’m astounded how you suckas keep bitchin, like, how come?
Douse you with accelerant, what you think is irrelevant
Beating around the bush ’cause you scared to address the elephant
Sittin’ in the room while I’m shittin’ inside your tomb
Somebody pass me a match, click, boom
[Chorus: Chris Webby]
Uh, yeah, we all gon’ die
Live like the roof’s on fire and we yelling out
“Burn, motherfucker, burn, motherfucker, burn
Burn, motherfucker, burn,” yeah
Uh, yeah, we all gon’ die
Live like the roof’s on fire and we yelling out
“Burn, motherfucker, burn, motherfucker, burn
Burn, motherfucker, burn”

[Verse 3: Apathy]
Pass me the flamethrower, match in the gas and it’s game over
Molotov cocktails out of the Range Rover
Half of my brain smolder, with rap, I’m a chain smoker
A dragon who take over, make crack from the baking soda
Gas stove veteran, cheffin’ up the medicine
But never get the credit, I’m more Tesla than Edison
All about the Benjamins and what I can invest it in
After the dough, turning big bucks into venison
Replicate it, devastate it, place you on the ventilator
Diss you on the record and write your name in the metadata
Meditative state of an out of body experience
Light your body on fire, get buried in Siberian
Cemeteries get eerie when spirits started appearing
In spots I spit lyrics in, raps you’ll never hear again
Better give love or get sent to Heaven above
Or get shredded, fed to the furnace like Freddy’s sweater and glove

[Chorus: Chris Webby]
Uh, yeah, we all gon’ die
Live like the roof’s on fire and we yelling out
“Burn, motherfucker, burn, motherfucker, burn
Burn, motherfucker, burn,” yeah
Uh, yeah, we all gon’ die
Live like the roof’s on fire and we yelling out
“Burn, motherfucker, burn, motherfucker, burn
Burn, motherfucker, burn”

Writer(s): Chris Webby, Apathy & Locksmith

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Christian Walcott Webster, better known by his stage name Chris Webby, is an American rapper from Norwalk, Connecticut. Chris Webby has released many mixtapes such as the DJ Drama-hosted Bars On Me and his EP There Goes the Neighborhood, which peaked at number 101 on the Billboard 200

album: “Still Wednesday” (2021)

[Lyrics] » Juice WRLD – Burn | NobleLyrics

“Burn”

Juice WRLD

I can take one percocet, start the night off I just took a 60
Burberry on me, shoot you in your back, you just got pretty Ricky
I tie the Chanel runners and I get back to runnin’ the city
And I know that it’s hell comin’, I ain’t worried, my niggas, they with me
Gotta put the narcotics down, I can feel ’em fuckin’ up my kidney
And punchin’ my liver, if I let it kill me, my momma will never forgive me
And numbin’ my feelings, if I let it kill ’em, my baby will never forgive me
This remind me of hell, sometimes I wonder if that’s where God really sent me

Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn
Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn
I pray to God for some water, to wash down these percs
I been cursed since birth, guess I never learn
Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn
Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn
I pray to God for some water, to wash down these percs
I been cursed since birth, guess I never learn

The truth hurts, let it bleed out
If they hurt you, let ’em leave
My heart hurtin’, let me bleed out, only where I’ll find peace
I’m tryna get set free, but, these chains on me
Choke me, I can’t breathe
What’s reality?
Uh, detached from myself, uh huh, numb the pain with my wealth
Uh, a bag from Chanel, match the double C on my belt, uh
Bands in my pants, I barely be holdin’ my pants up
But the money ain’t the answer
I was tryna reach some new highs
Mix this with that, bet it feel nice
Codeine, only sip if I got ice
Look my girl in her eyes, tell her I won’t die
I fell asleep too deep that one time
Woke up to your cry, girl I’m fine
But I lied, in the dream, I ain’t gon’ wake up this time

Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn
Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn
I pray to God for some water, to wash down these percs
I been cursed since birth, guess I never learn
Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn
Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn
I pray to God for some water, to wash down these percs
I been cursed since birth, guess I never learn

Writer(s): Jarad Anthony Higgins

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Jarad Anthony Higgins, known professionally as Juice Wrld, was an American rapper, singer, and songwriter from Chicago, Illinois. He is considered to be a leading figure in the emo-rap and SoundCloud rap genres which garnered mainstream attention during the mid-late 2010s.

album: “Fighting Demons” (2021)

[Lyrics] » Kizz Daniel – Burn | NobleLyrics

• Barnabas •

“Burn”

Kizz Daniel

 

 

When I’m fifty sometin sometin
I’ll still call you my baby girl
And I don’t want nobody
But only you my bae
When I’m fifty sometin sometin
I’ll still call you my honey pie
And I don’t want nobody
But only you my bae

You make me burn like fire, fire
Burn like fire
You make me shine like diamond, diamond
Up in the sky
You make me run like Bolt, Husain Bolt
When I run back to you
You make me doubt myself
You make me doubt

You make me doubt myself
You make me lose my mind
Am I enough for you
Or am I just passing by you
Girl I got cool when I met you
I got rich when you moved in
Girl you brought blessings to me
Wait

I’m the king, you are the queen queen
I am the car, and you are the engine
I am the oooo, you are the oooweee
I am the nerd, and you are the cool kid
If you we live again oh girl
I’ll be looking out for you you
And when I get you, I’ll promise you again

When I’m fifty sometin sometin
I’ll still call you my baby girl
And I don’t want nobody
But only you my bae
When I’m fifty sometin sometin
I’ll still call you my honey pie
And I don’t want nobody
But only you my bae

You make me burn like fire, fire
Burn like fire
You make me shine like diamond, diamond
Up in the sky
You make me run like Bolt, Husain Bolt
When I run back to you
You make me doubt myself
You make me doubt

(Starvin’, I’m starvin’ for you)
(And I’m starvin’)

I put all the love in your care
I put all the trust in your care
Girl I put all the money in your care
I no dey fear

You make me burn like fire, fire
Burn like fire
You make me shine like diamond, diamond
Up in the sky
You make me run like Bolt, Husain Bolt
When I run back to you
You make me doubt myself
You make me doubt

Oluwatobiloba Daniel Anidugbe, better known by his stage name Kizz Daniel, is a Nigerian singer and songwriter. He is best known for his singles "Woju" and "Yeba". He went by the stage name Kiss Daniel prior to changing it in May 2018.

Barnabas (2021) | Kizz Daniel:

Written by Oluwatobilola Daniel Anidugbe