歌词
There’s a place called Fyre, where the dreams of thousands just got sold away.
Where the rich desire to hang with celebrities and swim with the models in crystal seas.
Somebody saw them coming, counting the dollar signs. Offering the richest wine and dine.
Started counting chickens without even thinking that it could all go wrong,
and it went so wrong!
Watch the Fyre burn all your dreams away.
Don’t let the Fyre burn all your savings away.
When they promised sunshine nobody bargained for rainy days.
Miami incoming, Bahamian luxury sure don’t look deluxe to me.
Out in a high-class wasteland underneath the wet sand
you’ll never find no silver and gold.
But if you keep on digging, then the plot will thicken as it unravels & unfolds.
No VIP on a budget airline. No poster beds in canvas domes.
And the bands won’t play cos I don’t think they’re coming.
There’s no guarantee you’re gonna make it home!
Written by: Adam Parsons
