BRNT ft. The EMEFE Horns Lyrics

Girl, you got me fired up

And she wanna get burned

You got me fired up

And she wanna get burned

Fired up

And she wanna get burned

She got me fired up

With a lesson to learn

The only

Thing in life you're owning

Is this little moment

Inside a sphere

Controlling

Everything that's going

On and

Knowing

When the moment is here

When it's snowing in Miami girl you got to behave

We were sipping summer shandies getting rolled by the waves

You were dripping all the sand off of them golden legs

When I'm whipping out the jammy girl I enter the cave

But back to square one

Could you spare one square son

'Bout to feel that snare drum

Girl be saying something like

'Ooo he's handsome'

Hold you up for ransom

Don't be scared, hun

That's my anthem

No tantrums

Now you're looking at me like you wanna

Switch your man

Take your ass to Switzerland

Get a tan

Hit the fanny

Kids with the nanny

Called up the granny

She only speaking Spanish like

Ooh we could vanish after school

We were banished from the pool of Atlantis

You were cruel and romantic, but

This love could have sunk the Titanic

Only

Thing in life you're owning

Is this little moment

Inside a sphere

Controlling

Everything that's going

On and

Knowing

When the moment is here

Ooo girl

You got me fired up

Girl, touch me now,

Because you want to get burned

Yeah

Oh, she got me fired up

She got me fired up

And she wanna get

The only

Thing in life you're owning

Is this little moment

Inside a sphere

Controlling

Everything that's going

On and

Knowing

When the moment is here

We're gonna burn this motherfucker to the ground

(Oh, no you didn't… Oh, Yes I did)

But you wanna get burned

You wanna get burned

Yea, Yea Yea

But you wanna get burned

But you wanna get burned

Good Morning, Miami

Chuck Bronson here

With another titillating tune from the Magic City Hippies

I tell you, Virginia, those boys could sell ice to an Eskimo

And it's hot out there, folks!

Let's take some callers

Colleen, you're on the air

(Well, those boys just go straight to my head

Just like champagne, I'll tell you what, shake what yo mama gave ya)

We hear you, the bubbles, next caller

Marlin!

(In those days I could pitch a tent with the slightest change of the breeze)