Name: real. (prod. [Matador]) by Burney in Burnt
Duration: 2 min 12 s
Description: More to come from my brudda Matador and I . This was a fast made one but boiiii is it serious. enjoi.

Burnt

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_g1r_VRa30

@senzosound

BEBOP (PROD. SOLIPSIS) (VIDEO OUT NOW)

Pearly Gates Freestyle

Depressive Anger

As the time ticks down youll see more songs today. 
it begins. 

Snow (prod. smuv )

More to come from my brudda Matador and I . This was a fast made one but boiiii is it serious. enjoi. 

real. (prod. [Matador])

suave - Weed Women & What Not (Prod. DOGOBGYN)

giving thanks and shoutouts to Forever Golden & @dustera for this project.

Thank you @zeke-seamans for producing all of the wavy joints on this project

Thank you @ACStudios "Cippy" for making this shit possible.

Thank you Lone Visionary for the short film and everything else.

I hope you all enjoy it.

more stuff coming after this.

just give me some time.



stargazer [prod. ezekey]

[E/M2] (melo-zed)

Skinny Lanky Knucklehead. 

This is unmastered by the way. But I am back and better and just wanted to put something out . real deep in lots of surprises. 

stay tuned. 

Skinny Lanky Knucklehead (prod. Costis x Posterboy x Slim Tone)

lil something i just whipped out<3
follow @robertcashman

lyrix:
often times I’m my own damn apothecary 
this  chronic green's so heavy its a lot to carry 
caught in a bind while I’m stoned watching tom and jerry
that’s
real trap shit 
honestly no comparing 


top of the line 
slick guy
with a pompadour 
making mommas very 
covetous and want some more 
take a number 
cause I’m up in this 
blunt til four 
when five strikes 
we gonna take it to the dusty floor
she loving my decorum like im fucking dumbledore 
take her to my laboratory with the funky doors 

persian carpets
inspire
all my bars to live

jars of piff 
a catalyst 
to
artful shit 

verses 
is arson 
you narcissists
just want this 
guitar pick 
tar pit 
i murder if you cross this 
monstrous 
asshole 
might just start a blog bitch 

u like a blackhole 
or a sweaty moshpit 
run up on ya castle soon 
but won’t rob shit 
monsoon 
with a fat boost 
on my data pools 
fondue
 melt wack fools 
and then i 
catapult 
out with a pad of jewels 
then its sabbatical 
 
pull the plug 
on the parachute 
dare i juke 
any motherfucker
who ever approaches young huj 

a little arrogant 
bitch i can stunt too 
undo 
pandoras box
and holy kung fu
one flew 
over the coo coo kachoo 
fuck that i aint nothing but a smooth fluent dude 
no mustache 
so i just do what i gotta do 
 blunt pass mastery
descendent of the true Gs 



often times I’m my own damn apothecary 
chronic green so heavy its a lot to carry 
caught in a bind while I’m stoned watching tom and jerry 
pop a tonic then explode like a hot canary 


cush koma (prod. robert cashman)

This one time I talked to my little sister and she said she wanted to be a singer. I told her that the best thing to do is that. You have nothing but time to get it done little lady, the world is your oyster. 10/12/1970

prod by the greats : @itsflaws & @whatareyoudoindoin

the time lp

soulja [prod. flaws & doin]

sorry about that.

https://twitter.com/Whyandotte
sample is charlie brown - jared evan

the last fire (prod. by whyandotte)

@kasper-lapossie


So i was going to put out a project called "lofi shorts" but i decided I'm going to scrap the project

Considering I've been getting serious with making my own beats i want to put time into making a project with all my own production

This is the start of random releases from "lofi shorts"

also id like to get better with mixing / mastering so there is no point in beating myself over this project when i still have much more to learn

darksider // prod. ephemedra

IM NOT LIKIN THE SITUATION IM IN
I AIN’T HAPPY SO NIGGA WHY I PRETEND
I BE MOPING AND HOPING I FEEL DOPEMINE
I MEAN IM WORKING IM STILL BROKE
I MEAN I BE WORKING TO PAY TAXES
I MEAN I FEEL LIKE THROWING AWAY MY PASSIONS
I BE SMOKING THAT LOUD AND STILL CHOKE ON MY FEARS AND TEARS I CAN’T COPE.

i used to think that i was the one
now
im a waste of space as a son now
all these people watching my moves
what the hell am i possed to do?
try too be to be perfect
erasing everything that i write
my life inside a vacuum

look inside my chest and see the dark
look like someone stole my beating heart
my soul is a blackhole.
now im trying to take the steps to restart

i hate being alone
living in the shadows
i hate the distance yeah
i feel so cold
i hate this glass dome
that im living in
i’m sitting on the side
of the road.

i distanced myself from the homies
then i wonder why i feel so lonely
talking to my bedroom spirits
tryna wonder why i feel indifference
cause i used to have passion
nigga what the fuck happened
living like a deadman
nigga blame the assassin 
drowning in the quicksand
did it in a stylish fashion
metal round my wristbands
tryna wonder what the fuck was my mission?
so
seem like theres no future for me
thats what demon said.
seem like theres a ceiling right there
where i lay down my head
like why am i breathing, im better off just bleeding dead.
retreat and just leave me there
use my skull as an ashtray
niggas laughing when they put out they cigarettes
i don’t know 
fuck it idk

i feel stagnant i don’t like that
i lost passion. i don’t like that
i done gave up, and came right back
idk bout this time
i can’t fight back.

wall

(Hook)
Couple dollars in my bank account
Feeling like I’m finna make it out
All my clothes hella faded out
And I’m pretty damn faded wow
Smoking weed like it’s legal now
Only bout it if we rolling loud
Big blunt sittin in my mouth
Open up I let me ego out 
X2

(Verse)
Sitting in the mountains got me blowing on
A mountain
I’ve been smoking so many blunts I can’t even count it
gotta clean my soul purify it yea I’m bout it
I think I just blew through an o I don’t doubt it

Boi I’m really bout my business
Why they always in my business
They don’t even really want shit
They don’t even try to get shit
Old friends fake so I learned to keep my distance
I ain’t fucking with the ville I’m focused on my mission

Do it by my fucking self
I don’t need no fucking help
Run it get it imma go and win it cause I’m rich on my inner health
Great value on my belt
Name brand on my cell
I ain’t following no trends imma make a wave by myself

Feel like Poseidon
Making a wave that I’m riding
Go with the tide in
Getting my mileage
Getting my time in
Kill it whenever I’m rhyming
You a fake man you a ramen
I’m that gnocchi with the sausage
And don’t forget I’m Saucing
I’m dripping like a fuckin faucet

(Hook)
Couple dollars in my bank account
Feeling like I’m finna make it out
All my clothes hella faded out
And I’m pretty damn faded wow
Smoking weed like it’s legal now
Only bout it if we rolling loud
Big blunt sittin in my mouth
Open up I let me ego out
X2

mixed by me as always
cover art by picasso

gnnochi and sausage (prod. false ego) *now on spotify*

Let the music speak for itself. 



contact : lifeofburney777@gmail.com
donations: lifeofburnside77@gmail.com (paypal)

real. (prod. [Matador])

Burney

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