Текст песни Burn It Down - Phrase feat. Lee Sissing

I got no use for luxury,
Yeah so i burn it down,
Im gona burn it down,
Burn it down,

Some days im on top of my life,
I declare war with pain, and winning the fight,
So im back in the game to spin that dice,
But my luck seems to change within that night,
And by dawn break i wake to find myself,
In a puddle full of tears, beside myself,
And a stomach full of fear, describes my health,
That i cure with liqueur i prescribe myself,
And its all related to the same old props, same friends, same hassles,
And the same old job, gotta 9-5 working, with the same old slob,
And a boss i never met but his name is Bob,
Only Bob gets the house and a fancy ride,
And i guess he made a choice that he stands beside,
So on my break, i made a plan today,
Yeah im a stick it to the man today, Ah!
I got no use for luxury,
Yeah so i burn it down,
* (strike a spark at your lighter son, its about time we got it fired up)
Im gona burn it down,
Burn it down,

Jesus Christ look at this situation im in,
I got nothing but a worn out pen and no work,
Where i sleep and dream of change from above,
But deep down i know that change must come from within,
Yeah so with that i gota do what i can,
The candles burning at both ends,
And my 2 hands are worn out callous ridden,
From the poems ive written, a bad liver,
And my mother fuckin bones are splittin,
But cracking under pressure's no trait of mine,
And i dont need much more than my state of mind,
Some good friends, cheap booze,
And a plate of lines, to get rowdy and having a bloody great old time,
So you can keep your pocket watch, and your shinny shoes
Id rather keep rocking spots, for my grimey dudes,
So cut the lights, 1 mic, i dont need luxury,
Naw not as long as these streets got love for me,
I got no use for luxury,
Yeah so i burn it down,
* (strike a spark at your lighter son, its about time we got it fired up)
Im gona burn it down, burn it down,

Tho i aint had much, i just got enough to know,
I need more to get me that stuff,
I been tricked before, im calling that bluff,
And no i will not be wearing those cuffs,
I wont be told when i can and cant touch,
I dont take it lying down, i get it standing up,
Demand a cut cuz every-mans hands corrupt,
And i aint trying to be a client down at scams are us,
Naw this year i plan a trip to the moon,
Hitch a ride with Richard Bransen in his silver spoon,
***get a dune buggy, explore punk(dunno lol) systems booth,****
So you can hear me back at earth, when i kick my tunes,
And while im at it, i think ill rearrange the planets,
And hang me a hammock that reaches from mars to Saturn,
Kick back and quit rappin, watch the world turn round,
Get my Ben Harper runnin, just burn one down! Yeah!

I got no use for luxury,
Yeah so i burn it down,
* (strike a spark at your lighter son, its about time we got it fired up)
Im gona burn it down, burn it down,

Jesus Christ look at this situation im in,
I got nothing but a worn out pen and no work,
Where i sleep and dream of change from above,
But deep down i know that change must come from within.