Top Songs By Major Niño
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Arunesh Ghosh
Guitar
Major Ezetus Capers
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Arunesh Ghosh
Songwriter
Major Ezetus Capers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Arunesh Ghosh
Producer
Major Ezetus Capers
Mixing Engineer
Curtis Freeland Jones
Mastering Engineer
SoniQ NDRGRND
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Burning up the candle, from the lack of oxygen
Is it more than you can handle, there's no way that we can win
No way we can win
Thursday night and it's gridlock, running on this hamster wheel think it's 'bout time for a pitstop
Pulled up the to the quick stop to cop me a six-pack, then I saw a snack to make a brotha forget that uh
Closed the fridge now I'm stalling the glance at a pack of honey gum-drops imported from France
Tried one and I was caught in a trance, doesn't matter that the cashier tried to warn my ass in advance
Said "That, french honey warps your mind"
Said "That honey gonna hit you in your pocket so you cant spot a dime"
Said "That honey gonna pull your card"
"Honey jealous, even think of other snacks honey keyin' your car!"
"Honey sweet, but it can be a drag"
I said "Shut the hell up, take my money put my things in the bag"
Hopped in the car and dashed in the night, too naive to realize how that honey tried to ruin my life
Take the photo off the mantel, take a swig and take a spin
'Cause you know it's warped and mangled, you're the cushion I'm the pin
And I just take it on the chin
Several months pass and honey's pressin' me, thinkin that I need to invest in other recipes
I play it cool but Honey's got the best of me, day in day out Honey's testin' me
I came home late working OT, walked through the door and Honey's spazzin OD
Sayin "Baby boy you don't know me!" I felt it was best to back away slowly
When dealing with beasts stay low and don't show teeth
But before I knew the scene was lit, tried to bounce but too late, things got thick
Sweet turned to sour no chicken, no wings, no ribs
I thought I saw police outside
I closed the blinds turned to honey said "You must be high, been trippin all year!"
Honey said "That's not police that's immigration"
What? How'd she get me deported when I was born here?
I just take it on the chin
Throw it all away in the dustbin
Made of molten metal a heart of tin
Burning down the candle, low oxygen
Writer(s): Arunesh Ghosh
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