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Burnout

2:46r&b, southern hip hop, trap soul Album Solace & The Vices 2025-10-02

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Description

Associated Performer: Bryson Tiller feat. Bun B

Composer, Associated Performer, Lyricist: Bryson Tiller

Associated Performer: Bun B

Composer, Lyricist: Philip Anthony Coleman, Jr.

Lyricist, Composer: Bernard Freeman

Producer: NES

Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Mike Seaberg

Lyrics and translation

Original

I'm sick of bein' tired, I'm done playin' house wit' her

Can't see me out wit' her, went a different route wit' her

I just emptied out the bank, what is the amount? Uh

What is she about? Uh, cancel my accounts wit' her

And I'm tired of bein' singled out, but

Maybe bein' single out is what I'm needin' now, uh

I'm too quick to beat around the bush when we go out, uh

Think I'd rather be around her than be without her

Be without her (without her), me no rebound her (rebound her)

But I'm feelin' burned out, in the spot, turnt out

And I'm speakin' slurred, havin' trouble gettin' my words out

Listen to these words

That's right, I, that's right, I, that's right, I know just what you doin', girl

Said I was doin' it first, did he put you in first whenever you flew in, girl?

I'm finna slide to Houston, I'm no Texan, but I'm ballin', and I'm playin' with that precision

I didn't come here to argue 'bout what you did, what you didn't

Oh, no, it's written all over your face

And girl, I know, you feel like time is wasted (yeah), and I

Know it's wack, uh, that I'm crawlin' back, huh (crawlin' back)

Told me back up, but who gon' pick my slack up?

And it won't be him, no way, go tell him get his racks up

It ain't 'bout the bread, huh? Least that's what you said, huh

We been tryna resurrect, shit been feelin' dead, huh

Think we need to recollect, ain't no second guessin' that

Ain't no pleasant way to say this, bae, I'm feelin' burned out

Need to get the urns out, ashes gone past us

Mad I got no last wish, stuck inside the past tense

I'm way past tense, need more than relaxin', what's hannin'?

Man, she know she the one for me and I know she the one too (one too)

When walls start to closin' in, you the one I run to

'Cause you my number one boo, can't let 'em get my fine shit (fine shit)

When they ask you who you with, just tell 'em that you mine, shit

She be ridin' shotgun (shotgun), lookin' good doin' it

I treat her right and keep it a hundred, so I don't ruin it (other)

Other cats pursuin' it, so-sorry bro, she taken

'Cause we make a perfect match, she got the cake and I be bakin'

Every mornin' that I'm wakin', and every night, I lay it down (down)

She right there with me, thick and thin, 'cause 'bout me, she don't play around ('round)

See her, she got a trill one (trill one), me, I got a baddie (baddie)

So girl, go on and jump your pretty ass up in this Caddy, let's go

She know she the one for me, and I know she the

One too (one too)

Watch video Bryson Tiller, Bun B - Burnout

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