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Dirty Heads - Burn Slow feat. Tech N9ne (Lyric Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tech N9ne
Tech N9ne
Vocals
David Foral
David Foral
Bass Guitar
Dustin Bushnell
Dustin Bushnell
Guitar
Jared Watson
Jared Watson
Vocals
Jon Olazabal
Jon Olazabal
Percussion
Matt Ochoa
Matt Ochoa
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jared Watson
Jared Watson
Songwriter
Dustin Bushnell
Dustin Bushnell
Songwriter
Aaron D. Yates
Aaron D. Yates
Songwriter
Rome Ramirez
Rome Ramirez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rome Ramirez
Rome Ramirez
Producer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Mixing Engineer
Charles Godfrey
Charles Godfrey
Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

First time we met, I was tripping balls Jeffery shit when I touch these walls Crawl in a cave when the daytime calls Hibernate, animals Next night out when I'm feeling great Met this chick in an altered state Heels as big empire state She's a model, fuck that's great Gave me a touch Said, "what's up?" I said, "fucking, nothing much" Ask me what I'm wearing I said, "shhh, designer drugs" Lucy and the diamonds Turn off, the lights are blinding I'll spit this last line And you can call me Scott Weiland Burn slow I can see ya through the flames of your lighter I can see you with the lights down low I can feel it when I'm standing beside ya Got the feeling that you want to burn slow I can see that you're always on the move and I can see that you're always on go I can feel that your mind's always running Got the feeling that you wanna burn Wanna burn slow Hold it in, ghost toke When our lips touch we both smoke If the feeling is right, we both know If the hit's too big, we both choke Man I love this feeling Got my head above the ceiling Burn it slow 'cause we just chilling Got no where to go but here And I just love the way that you vibe I'm on your level and I I care not what they say, I'm gonna do whatever feels right So I lose it, no control Light me up and just watch me go Don't confuse it, I get stupid I get stoned, yeah I go ruthless Burn it slow I can see ya through the flames of your lighter I can see you with the lights down low I can feel it when I'm standing beside ya Got the feeling that you want to burn slow I can see that you're always on the move and I can see that you're always on go I can feel that your mind's always running Got the feeling that you wanna burn Wanna burn slow I take my time cause I know that you wanna burn slow I take my time cause I know that you wanna burn slow Sit at home when I'm killin' the pages I do it because I love it, got incredible wages I wanna kick it like a horny devil in Vegas I call up a couple ladies with the medical haze Both are super sick and ready to roll Got the grinder out and shredded the dough Now it's time to get kinetic, we headed For vertical travel, yo, like never before Me and the women are puffin' in the garage What am I thinkin', I think I want a Ménage Lovin' the feelin', I gotta inner massage I gotta sit it, I'm thinkin' I'm havin' dinner with God Super silver haze, taking me up Super killer babes, shaking thee butts All the beauty steady making me puff And I said to both of 'em 'Jamaican me lust' That's what I yearn for So thick, so beautiful when we cipher I'm not thinkin' about no germs so my turn yo What about some lovin', I'm concerned though We learn though Really make you make my worm grow Adjourned Then after we burn slow I can see ya through the flames of your lighter I can see you with the lights down low I can feel it when I'm standing beside ya Got the feeling that you want to burn slow I can see that you're always on the move and I can see that you're always on go I can feel that your mind's always running Got the feeling that you wanna burn Wanna burn slow I take my time cause I know that you wanna burn slow I take my time cause I know that you wanna burn slow Hold it in, ghost toke, ghost toke, ghost toke I can see ya through the flames of your lighter Hold it in, ghost toke, ghost toke, ghost toke
Writer(s): Jared Watson, Dustin Bushnell, Aaron Yates, Roman Ramirez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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