Dominic Fike – Sunburn Lyrics

On the title track of the album, Dominic talks in greater detail about his upbringing in Naples, Florida. The first lyric ‘hold on, misdemeanor’ is most likely a nod to his time spent in prison, and also sheds light on what it was like growing up where he did. The line between receiving a scholarship and getting arrested was thinner than it should be, and he intertwines the theme of sunny weather to fully show the listener a glimpse into his past life.

Sunburn Lyrics by Dominic Fike

[Chorus]
Hold on, missed the meter
Can you slow down? (Down)
Slow down, you missed the meter
Can you hold out? (Out)

[Verse 1]
Same shit, but different days where I’m from
Bitches droppin’ like old ladies and such (Where I’m at, where I’m at)
Yeah, Southern Florida, I was raised in the sun
You throw shade, get hit by rays from the suns
Baby went to class, then graduated to get her paycheck
Baby done had a baby, now the baby daddy ain’t in the picture
I’m on this music (Wow)
Mama went to jail, we was hungry, I’m on this music (Wow)
Everyone grew up and got comfy, I’m on this music (Wow), dawg
Who you call when you don’t got the money for school at all?
Mama cry, thinkin’ ’bout one day how we gon’ lose it all
I would die before that happened, I’m pickin’ the strap up before you pickin’ my slack up, baby

[Pre-Chorus]
Same shit, but different days where I’m from
I was screaming, feel a strain in my lungs (Where I’m at, where I’m at), yeah
When I die, baby, lay me in the sun
When I die, baby, lay me in the sun
[Chorus]
Hold on, missed the meter
Can you slow down? (Down)
Slow down, you missed the meter
Can you hold out? (Out)

[Verse 2]
Dropped off, heard he got picked off in a parking lot
He should’ve stashed the brick in the body shop
Brody got jammed as a juvie, we call it child lock
And before he was playin’ with a toolie, he had a scholarship
And now I’m in his Range goin’ fifty, goin’ sixty
Goin’ two-hundred, goin’ through somethin’, tryna run from my true colors
Ooh, I got some nerves talkin’ to you like I know ya
‘Cause I know ya, it’s the same from F.L.A. up to the Nolia

[Pre-Chorus]
And I told ya, same shit, but different days where I’m from
I was screaming, feel a strain in my lungs, uh-huh
And when I die, baby, lay me in the sun
When I die, baby, lay me in the sun

[Chorus]
Hold on, missed the meter
Can you slow down? (Down)
Slow down (Slow down), you missed the meter (Slow down, oh yeah)
Can you hold out? (Out)
Hold on (Slow down), missed the meter (Slow down, oh yeah)
Can you slow down? (Down)
Slow down (Slow down), you missed the meter (Slow down, oh yeah)
Can you hold out? (Out, oh)
[Outro]
Hold on, missed the meter
Can you slow down? (Down)
Slow down, you missed the meter
Can you hold out? (Out)
Ooh, oh