[Verse 1: Jack Harlow]
Smoke in my eyes, don't be surprised
In a decade when they takin' trips to Dubai
You got them filters on 'em, now they want some blue eyes
You said I do, when did you start saying do I?
Riri is for Rocky just like you mine
But the difference, I don't love the way you lie
You had my daughters wearin' heels 'fore they shoes tied
You ought to get your tubes tied
Woah, mmm
Go ahead, see what happens then
Go ahead, see what happens then, mmm
Thеse are the Wеst girls, not the Kardashians, aight
Not the Kardashians, learn
Look at the future, I been fashion in
I taught these kids what passion is
Shit, I taught the world what passion is, mmm
I blew the first one out but fuck it
I'm gon' light the match again

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[Verse 2: The Game]
Home of the drillers, house burnin' down
I'm runnin' out with the pictures
Everybody speakin' on my family mouth is the issues
Watchin' it go up in flame, your spouse suppose to be with you
But she not, so I'm runnin' back in to come and get you
I can only save you, he got a bird, here's some tissue
Well let's get it crystal clear, I'm only here 'cause I miss you
If my mama was alive we wouldn't have went through what we been through
But all I got is Kris, all I am is brown
I might just fuck Karrueche, I'm done dancin' around
I can't see my kids? Okay
Then I'm comin' back in the bronco with OJ
Khloe, who your real dad?
All I wanted was a family just like Uncle Phil had (Burning down the house)
Y'all don't got no real man
Fuck it, Amber still bad (Burning down the house)
I'm 'bout to burn her shit too
Too, too, too, too (Burning down the house)
I'm 'bout to burn her shit too
Too, too, too, too
We (Burning down the house)

[Verse 3: Jack Harlow]
I'm not depressed enough for most of y'all
I can't relate, my life ain't close to y'alls
I'm in the penthouse, playing Host to y'all
I let you in and show you 'round 'cause I like showing off
My girl's a ten, her skin be lotion-soft
We on some freak shit, it be gross to y'all, mmm
I love a lot of shit, but it's the girls, most of all
I write the songs and hope they know the songs
I go so hard my bodyguard be dozin' off, because he don't get off
I hit the club for bands and post up where they roped it off
That boy be floatin', dawg
I make a song and make a call and get a G.O.A.T. involved
I love my dawgs, it shows in all the bread I've broken off
They only know about their share but they don't know it all, mmm
Looking' 'round at my gen, wonderin' who really matchin' my pen
I keep on showin' up and y'all boys are just absent again
Drop a new joint and she got a new set of captions again
Y'all don't got passion, you just be wearin' the fashion that's in
I used to beg for acceptance, don't plan on askin' again
I let some things go unnoticed, but that won’t happen again
Nah, that won’t happen again, I’m back and I’m active again (Burning down the house)
Woo
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