Burning Desire
Mike Lyrics


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You there? You okay?
Yeah, but those flames
It's too hot, I'm scared

Yeah
To fuck around see me plummet, shit I couldn't stomach
When niggas told me I was buggin', I was seeing numbers
And touch the ground, wheeled the luggage, all I got from running
My mama told me about this curse and how I was not above it
I honor her with every word, I never swapped the subject
But I was tweaking on the curb, think I'm out of budget
Naavin got me with the purse, I think I gotta buzz him
The silent grieving never work, why I reside to puffin'
Just so I can be a person when I'm out in public
Someone remind me that there's purpose in this life of wanting
All that whining be a burden, all this time we flunking
It be so hard to see my verdict, what's a dollar? Nothing
Seen the worse when the service of my godless lover
When we was huddled in this church there was a lot of frontin'
All those times that I spent searching, wasn't diamond cuttin'
Used to coddle up with Vernon, like I'm dodging summits

Lightning, thunder, summer of pain
Fogs and rain and clouds cluttered the way
Come on, play the route
Lightning, thunder, summer of pain
Fog and rain and clouds cluttered the way

We were at Young World about halfway through July
And it felt like one of the hottest days of the summer
That I had experienced at that time
And, uh, played and played, like I said
The sky was still sunny and there was shade and everything




Well, this is bad, but then
Started noticing that there were clouds forming over the, over the park and

Overall Meaning

the temperature started dropping
And out of nowhere, there was this sudden burst of lightning and thunder
It was like nature's wrath was unleashed
The rain started pouring down heavily, obscuring the view
The once clear path was now cluttered with clouds and rain


In these lyrics, Mike reflects on his personal journey and struggles. He mentions feeling overwhelmed and scared by the intensity of the flames, symbolizing the challenges and pressures he faces. Despite his fears, Mike is determined to persevere and not let others' doubts consume him.


He talks about how people doubted him and considered him crazy, but he saw potential and opportunity in what others couldn't see. He pushed himself to go beyond his limits, even if it meant sacrificing comfort and stability. He acknowledges the advice and wisdom of his mother, vowing to honor her and stay focused on his goals.


Mike admits to experiencing moments of doubt and emotional turmoil, feeling like he's running out of resources and options. He mentions Naavin, possibly a reference to a person or circumstance that has caused him frustration or financial strain. To cope with these setbacks, Mike turns to smoking, using it as a means to regain a sense of self and purpose when he is in public.


The lyrics also touch upon the internal struggle Mike faces in finding meaning and fulfillment in his desire for success. He questions the significance of money and material possessions, acknowledging that his search for purpose goes beyond material wealth. He reflects on past experiences and relationships, realizing that some were superficial and unsatisfying.


The second part of the lyrics illustrates a sudden shift in the atmosphere. Mike describes a specific day at Young World, which initially seemed like a typical hot summer day. However, as the day progresses, an unexpected change in weather occurs. The sky turns dark as clouds form, and a storm approaches. This metaphorical storm suggests a turning point or moment of revelation in Mike's journey. The sudden change in the weather serves as a parallel to the challenges and obstacles he faces in his pursuit of success.


Overall, these lyrics delve into Mike's personal struggles, doubts, and desire for purpose. They depict his experiences with adversity, both internal and external, as he navigates through life's uncertainties. Through his introspection, we get a glimpse of the emotional journey he undergoes, ultimately seeking clarity and fulfillment despite the storms that come his way.




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Written by: Michael Bonema

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@AloysG

I've been MIKEmaxxing for two years, this is my story.

To preface, I'm a 44 year old Filipino Uber driver with a loving wife and son. When at work, I love to discover new music by giving my customers the aux and letting them play whatever they want. One night in summer 2021, my life changed forever. A black male teen entered my car for a short trip. Smoothly I said to him: "What's the word with aux, bro? You tryna jam out?"

He didn't say anything, but reluctantly he took it and played Airdrop for us.

As soon as the kaleidoscopic opening keys played, I started silently crying and my body started twitching from the colorful complexity of it all, even more so once MIKE's deep voice came in and effortlessly flowed on the beat. My armpits down to my hips were soaked with sweat and my head was spinning with euphoria by the time the song was over. The kid got out of the car not long after, with no idea what he had just done to me. Since that night I removed the aux cord from my car, and now my passengers and I listen to MIKE's discography front to back, snippets, livestreams, etc.

This is how my MIKEmaxxing journey began. I'm balding and do not have Afro-textured hair, but I've managed to loc up most of it with tons of wax and Jamaican black castor oil. My wife thinks it's horrifying and culturally inappropriate, to which I replied nuthin I can do is wrng. I also tan very well, and my shoe lifts and boots take me all the way from 5'3 to 5'8. At this point, it's very hard to distinguish me from big MIKE if you saw me on the street.

I'm not a smoker, but MIKE has influenced me to buy marijuana from an older teen at my son's high school and smoke grabba blunts twice daily. I also study his raps constantly and have even started creating a network like the real MIKE has.

My "Alchemist" is my son. He's already pale enough to pass as white, so all I had to do was buzz his hair and get him beanies and snapbacks. I've had to draw his beard on with a pen for now, but I assume once he turns 16 he'll be able to grow one on his own. He's hardly said a word to me since the MIKEmaxxing began. At first I thought it was negatively impacting our father-son bond, but then it hit me that he was obviously just mirroring Alan's chill and lowkey vibe. I'm proud of his devotion, but he still hasn't made me any beats I'm impressed by yet. I'm starting to think high school is getting in the way of his career and we may have to take him out of the system.

My "Earl" is my wife. Her job really isn't that hard, she just has to memorize her verses for Sentry, allstar, and smoke grabba blunts with me. She didn't even have to go through the loc journey like I did as I spent a lot of money on her faux locs, facial hair and Carharrt hoodies. For how easy she gets it, I don't know why she cries herself to sleep every night and threatens to leave me for her ex-husband. I repeatedly have to talk her out of it because the real Thebe would never say that to MIKE. I doubt he even has an ex-husband.

I've put blood, sweat and tears into this transformation for two years now. My family and I have finally raised enough funds to follow MIKE on his tour next year, we'll be performing at local bars and public parks so we don't steal the spotlight from Big Baby Jesus. We are still looking for a Niontay, Sideshow, TAKA and more members. Message me privately if interested.

Ah-ha. Yeah, yeah. Big MIKE. 1 love, peace.



@AloysG

I've been MIKEmaxxin for two years, this is my story.

To preface, I'm a 44 year old Filipino Uber driver with a loving wife and son. When at work, I love to discover new music by giving my customers the aux and letting them play whatever they want. One night in summer 2021, my life changed forever. A black male teen entered my car for a short trip. Smoothly I said to him: "What's the word with aux, bro? You tryna jam out?"

He didn't say anything, but reluctantly he took it and played Airdrop for us.

As soon as the kaleidoscopic opening keys played, I started silently crying and my body started twitching from the colorful complexity of it all, even more so once MIKE's deep voice came in and effortlessly flowed on the beat. My armpits down to my hips were soaked with sweat and my head was spinning with euphoria by the time the song was over. The kid got out of the car not long after, with no idea what he had just done to me. Since that night I removed the aux cord from my car, and now my passengers and I listen to MIKE's discography front to back, snippets, livestreams, etc.

This is how my MIKEmaxxing journey began. I'm balding and do not have Afro-textured hair, but I've managed to loc up most of it with tons of wax and Jamaican black castor oil. My wife thinks it's horrifying and culturally inappropriate, to which I replied nuthin I can do is wrng. I also tan very well, and my shoe lifts and boots take me all the way from 5'3 to 5'8. At this point, it's very hard to distinguish me from big MIKE if you saw me on the street.

I'm not a smoker, but MIKE has influenced me to buy marijuana from an older teen at my son's high school and smoke grabba blunts twice daily. I also study his raps constantly and have even started creating a network like the real MIKE has.

My "Alchemist" is my son. He's already pale enough to pass as white, so all I had to do was buzz his hair and get him beanies and snapbacks. I've had to draw his beard on with a pen for now, but I assume once he turns 16 he'll be able to grow one on his own. He's hardly said a word to me since the MIKEmaxxing began. At first I thought it was negatively impacting our father-son bond, but then it hit me that he was obviously just mirroring Alan's chill and lowkey vibe. I'm proud of his devotion, but he still hasn't made me any beats I'm impressed by yet. I'm starting to think high school is getting in the way of his career and we may have to take him out of the system.

My "Earl" is my wife. Her job really isn't that hard, she just has to memorize her verses for Sentry, allstar, and smoke grabba blunts with me. She didn't even have to go through the loc journey like I did as I spent a lot of money on her faux locs, facial hair and Carharrt hoodies. For how easy she gets it, I don't know why she cries herself to sleep every night and threatens to leave me for her ex-husband. I repeatedly have to talk her out of it because the real Thebe would never say that to MIKE. I doubt he even has an ex-husband.

I've put blood, sweat and tears into this transformation for two years now. My family and I have finally raised enough funds to follow MIKE on his tour next year, we'll be performing at local bars and public parks so we don't steal the spotlight from Big Baby Jesus. We are still looking for a Niontay, Sideshow, TAKA and more members. Message me privately if interested.

Ah-ha. Yeah, yeah. Big MIKE. 1 love, peace.



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@presidentialluke9169

New MIKE fan here. 45yr old hip hop head vibing to the new era hip hop. Just happy to see hip hop alive and in good hands.

@hasetreksdominion5970

It’s not just you , I’m 34. Lil bruh soul is mature. He been here before. MIKE music be motivating.
Salute

@no_guarantees

Bruh I FEEL YOU, I'm glad New York Hip Hop sounds like this

@DThurman

​@@no_guaranteesit sucks that drill rap is mainstream in New York, we need more of this.

@benjaminwilson8821

Ian gon lie that made me tear up 🫡

@AloysG

I've been MIKEmaxxing for two years, this is my story.

To preface, I'm a 44 year old Filipino Uber driver with a loving wife and son. When at work, I love to discover new music by giving my customers the aux and letting them play whatever they want. One night in summer 2021, my life changed forever. A black male teen entered my car for a short trip. Smoothly I said to him: "What's the word with aux, bro? You tryna jam out?"

He didn't say anything, but reluctantly he took it and played Airdrop for us.

As soon as the kaleidoscopic opening keys played, I started silently crying and my body started twitching from the colorful complexity of it all, even more so once MIKE's deep voice came in and effortlessly flowed on the beat. My armpits down to my hips were soaked with sweat and my head was spinning with euphoria by the time the song was over. The kid got out of the car not long after, with no idea what he had just done to me. Since that night I removed the aux cord from my car, and now my passengers and I listen to MIKE's discography front to back, snippets, livestreams, etc.

This is how my MIKEmaxxing journey began. I'm balding and do not have Afro-textured hair, but I've managed to loc up most of it with tons of wax and Jamaican black castor oil. My wife thinks it's horrifying and culturally inappropriate, to which I replied nuthin I can do is wrng. I also tan very well, and my shoe lifts and boots take me all the way from 5'3 to 5'8. At this point, it's very hard to distinguish me from big MIKE if you saw me on the street.

I'm not a smoker, but MIKE has influenced me to buy marijuana from an older teen at my son's high school and smoke grabba blunts twice daily. I also study his raps constantly and have even started creating a network like the real MIKE has.

My "Alchemist" is my son. He's already pale enough to pass as white, so all I had to do was buzz his hair and get him beanies and snapbacks. I've had to draw his beard on with a pen for now, but I assume once he turns 16 he'll be able to grow one on his own. He's hardly said a word to me since the MIKEmaxxing began. At first I thought it was negatively impacting our father-son bond, but then it hit me that he was obviously just mirroring Alan's chill and lowkey vibe. I'm proud of his devotion, but he still hasn't made me any beats I'm impressed by yet. I'm starting to think high school is getting in the way of his career and we may have to take him out of the system.

My "Earl" is my wife. Her job really isn't that hard, she just has to memorize her verses for Sentry, allstar, and smoke grabba blunts with me. She didn't even have to go through the loc journey like I did as I spent a lot of money on her faux locs, facial hair and Carharrt hoodies. For how easy she gets it, I don't know why she cries herself to sleep every night and threatens to leave me for her ex-husband. I repeatedly have to talk her out of it because the real Thebe would never say that to MIKE. I doubt he even has an ex-husband.

I've put blood, sweat and tears into this transformation for two years now. My family and I have finally raised enough funds to follow MIKE on his tour next year, we'll be performing at local bars and public parks so we don't steal the spotlight from Big Baby Jesus. We are still looking for a Niontay, Sideshow, TAKA and more members. Message me privately if interested.

Ah-ha. Yeah, yeah. Big MIKE. 1 love, peace.

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@KuoloKeepMovin

It's genuinely inspiring listening to each track off this album... something will get done w/ this inspiration.

@e66iu

sleep well, drink water, hug something/ someone you love, do something creative, search for peace, ugly cry, watch the sky change color, get lost, play.

@jt4tado

@@e66iu hug something is crazy

@AloysG

I've been MIKEmaxxin for two years, this is my story.

To preface, I'm a 44 year old Filipino Uber driver with a loving wife and son. When at work, I love to discover new music by giving my customers the aux and letting them play whatever they want. One night in summer 2021, my life changed forever. A black male teen entered my car for a short trip. Smoothly I said to him: "What's the word with aux, bro? You tryna jam out?"

He didn't say anything, but reluctantly he took it and played Airdrop for us.

As soon as the kaleidoscopic opening keys played, I started silently crying and my body started twitching from the colorful complexity of it all, even more so once MIKE's deep voice came in and effortlessly flowed on the beat. My armpits down to my hips were soaked with sweat and my head was spinning with euphoria by the time the song was over. The kid got out of the car not long after, with no idea what he had just done to me. Since that night I removed the aux cord from my car, and now my passengers and I listen to MIKE's discography front to back, snippets, livestreams, etc.

This is how my MIKEmaxxing journey began. I'm balding and do not have Afro-textured hair, but I've managed to loc up most of it with tons of wax and Jamaican black castor oil. My wife thinks it's horrifying and culturally inappropriate, to which I replied nuthin I can do is wrng. I also tan very well, and my shoe lifts and boots take me all the way from 5'3 to 5'8. At this point, it's very hard to distinguish me from big MIKE if you saw me on the street.

I'm not a smoker, but MIKE has influenced me to buy marijuana from an older teen at my son's high school and smoke grabba blunts twice daily. I also study his raps constantly and have even started creating a network like the real MIKE has.

My "Alchemist" is my son. He's already pale enough to pass as white, so all I had to do was buzz his hair and get him beanies and snapbacks. I've had to draw his beard on with a pen for now, but I assume once he turns 16 he'll be able to grow one on his own. He's hardly said a word to me since the MIKEmaxxing began. At first I thought it was negatively impacting our father-son bond, but then it hit me that he was obviously just mirroring Alan's chill and lowkey vibe. I'm proud of his devotion, but he still hasn't made me any beats I'm impressed by yet. I'm starting to think high school is getting in the way of his career and we may have to take him out of the system.

My "Earl" is my wife. Her job really isn't that hard, she just has to memorize her verses for Sentry, allstar, and smoke grabba blunts with me. She didn't even have to go through the loc journey like I did as I spent a lot of money on her faux locs, facial hair and Carharrt hoodies. For how easy she gets it, I don't know why she cries herself to sleep every night and threatens to leave me for her ex-husband. I repeatedly have to talk her out of it because the real Thebe would never say that to MIKE. I doubt he even has an ex-husband.

I've put blood, sweat and tears into this transformation for two years now. My family and I have finally raised enough funds to follow MIKE on his tour next year, we'll be performing at local bars and public parks so we don't steal the spotlight from Big Baby Jesus. We are still looking for a Niontay, Sideshow, TAKA and more members. Message me privately if interested.

Ah-ha. Yeah, yeah. Big MIKE. 1 love, peace.

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