Becky Got Me Burnt

[Verse 1]
Becky in the backseat
Laughing with a lighter in her hand
Ash on her sneakers
Name carved deep in my wristband
She say my government
I forget I ever had a past
Black nail polish
On my throat when she laugh
[Chorus]
Becky got me burnt
Yeah she heat my lungs
Every time we touch
It’s another hit
Another rush
You my trouble
You my crush
You my wrong I can’t give up
You my sexy as fuh
Becky got me
Becky got me burnt
[Verse 2]
Late night
Cheap wine
Kissing in a busted laundromat
Spin cycle halo
She the only calm I ever had
She call me stupid
Then she pull me closer by the chain
Says I talk too tough
But I tremble when she say my name
[Chorus]
Becky got me burnt
Yeah she heat my lungs
Every time we touch
It’s another hit
Another rush
You my trouble
You my crush
You my wrong I can’t give up
You my sexy as fuh
Becky got me
Becky got me burnt
[Bridge]
I don’t pray
But I stay
On my knees on her floor (oh)
If this is hell
Guess I fell
Just to feel her more
[Chorus]
Becky got me burnt
Yeah she heat my lungs
Every time we touch
It’s another hit
Another rush
You my trouble
You my crush
You my wrong I can’t give up
You my sexy as fuh
Becky got me
Becky got me burnt (hey!)

rock, Gritty street grunge, male vocals, over detuned fuzz guitars and a thick, swinging drum groove. Verses sit low and muttered, almost confessional; chorus explodes with shouted gang vocals and octave guitar lines. Bass stays dirty and driving, bridge pulls back to half-time with spoken-word swagger before the final hook crashes back in full., grunge