Songtext Burnin bridges / long day Quadeca

Burnin bridges / long day

Feels like yesterday
You were just a face
Never thought to ask
Why I was bleeding on the way
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Oh

Okay, I'm fuckin' stressed (Goddamn)
Come from the heart, that's why I be sayin' this shit with my fuckin' chest (Yeah!)
I'm burnin' all my fuckin' bridges 'til there's nothin' left (Uh-huh)
The more they try to prove their worth, the more I'm unimpressed
I trust no one but myself, he the only one that hasn't fuckin' left (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm a livin' anomaly, givin' you all of me (Hoo!)
Wanna be the villain? That's a simple philosophy, hold up (Hold up, hold up)
Suffocatin', get your grimaces off of me, don't touch (Haha, fragile, what?)
Ain't no label on the box
Ain't got a label, I just labeled me the boss
I ain't got no premium Snap (What?)
But they still wanna pay me for my thoughts (Hahaha)
I just brought my own fuckin' seat to the table
They like, "Hey, are you saving me a spot?"
You'd be lucky if I gave you a response
Bitch, I'm busy, so I basically forgot (Uh-huh)
'Cause I got to write a million tweets to really compete
Ironic, when you're livin' a dream, you can't afford a fuckin' minute of sleep
I think I count about a million sheep
I'll never be really complete, even if I fill up an arena wit' a million seats
It's like ten or zero
When some people talk, they like, "Ben a hero!"
Others refuse to acknowledge my music entirely
I call 'em Ben Shapiro
Uh, okay, now this is epic
You talkin' shit? That's a bit pathetic
I cut off all of my friends more easily
Than YouTube vloggers doing quick cut edits

Okay, I'm fuckin' stressed
Come from the heart, that's why I be sayin' this shit with my fuckin' chest (Yeah!)
I'm burnin' all my fuckin' bridges 'til there's nothin' left (Ha!)
The more they try to prove their worth, the more I'm unimpressed
I trust no one but myself, he the only one that hasn't fuckin' left

Okay, I'm fuckin' stressed (Yeah)
All these hatin' niggas 'round, might need a fuckin' vest (A fuckin' vest)
I'm from where if you ain't movin' right, you might get fuckin' left (Fuckin' left)
And they copy what I do, might need a fuckin' check, cash flow
Niggas be sayin' the way that I move, I'm a asshole (A asshole)
She think she my girl, that make me laugh, ho (Hahahaha)
Niggas be comin' with choppers, like "Boom, boom, boom", bad bone (Bad to the bone)
Made a couple million, yeah, that's facts, phone- click; hang up
They say I'm runnin' out of hangers
Say they want beef? I'ma bring the angus
Niggas want clout, fuck being famous
They tryna flex? I'ma be the trainer
Come where I'm from, make you give your chain up
You ain't tryna fuck? Tell her get her brain up
That ain't my girl, I ain't tryna claim her
If you in my way, better switch the lane up

Okay, I'm fuckin' stressed
Come from the heart, that's why I be sayin' this shit with my fuckin' chest
I'm burnin' all my fuckin' bridges 'til there's nothin' left
The more they try to prove their worth, the more I'm unimpressed, uh-huh (Ooh!)
I trust no one but myself, he the only one that hasn't fuckin' left

I burn bridges, but I'm still payin' the toll for it (Woo-ooh!)
I burn bridges, but I'm still payin' the toll (Woo-woo!)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Climbing is quite enjoyable
If it wasn't as tiring, I would push right up the mountain
But in fact, it is making a hundred foot a day or so, you know
Which makes up something pathetic

Okay
I'm immune from the herd, like an anti-vaxxer (Ooh)
Usin' my words like a tantrum-haver (Huh?)
I got used to the hurt from the random chatter
They viewin' the verse and get antsy after
No squares in my corner, like a cam reactor
Treat a hater like my wife; take 'em out to dinner
Make a whole album about 'em like I'm Chance the Rapper, like, uh (Ayy!)
We need to make a comparison (Hmm)
Oh shit, that's embarrassin', oh
They said beware of the snakes in the grass
But I'd rather be wearing 'em, uh (Ayy)
Everyone knows if I say it, it's facts
This shit ain't no narrative (What?)
Go against me, and they play like they scared to win
Eatin' the beat, I'm a fuckin' American, uh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

I'm like, "Ayy"
Let's be honest, I really had a long, long day
Okay, uh, I walked in like, "Bitch, what more can I say?"
Okay, what? Huh? What more can I say?
Still got the statements, stack 'em up, uh
You been in the way, bitch, back it up, uh

Practice what you preach
I guess that's why they talkin' trash, uh-huh, uh ("Uh-huh, uh")
Now they wanna pose with me ("Ayy, ayy")
Like, "Uh-uh, not so fast", mhm, uh ("Ayy, ayy, ayy—!")
Your label be over me
Like, "Why we ain't thought of that? Huh..."
Seein' me overseas
Off the grid, but I'm on the map (Okay, uh)
Just got the next statement
Shit is out of line like David Luiz, uh (David Luiz)
So many Ben Franklins
Only blue life that matters to me
Wholly new life, how it happened to me?
No daps, now they actin' bougie
What you cook is from the cap, like you Ratatouille
Absolutely mad, if you didn't like that, then sue me

I'm like, "Ayy"
Let's be honest, I really had a long, long day
Okay, uh, I walked in like, "Bitch, what more can I say?"
Okay, what? What? What more can I say?
Still got the statements, stack 'em up, uh (Woo!)
You been in the way, bitch, back it up

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