Heartless
Aye like I kind of just be like venting and shit
You feel me
I just be doing me like, yeah
Niggas don't really understand a nigga but I be going thru shit
That's why I be posted by myself you feel me
Excuse me for a minute
Let me say what's on my mind
Feel like nobody understands me, my heart is dying
Been posted in them trenches
I've been gripping on that nine
Cuz everything I touch with my heart it ends up dying
I fell in love with this paper
Feels like that shit helps me smile
Feels like we heaven sent but ain't talked to god in a while
Wore my heart upon my sleeve like it was my style
I've been running from demons
They've been chasing me for miles
Iced out my soul
I cannot fold
So I put my trust inside of a pole
Cuz I gave love to these niggas who turned on me and it took my soul
Is you gon fight my demons for me or nah
Is you gon hold me down when this shit gets rough
Is you gon hold me down when this shit gets tough
Cuz all I've been feeling is fake love fake love
Cuz I've been loyal to the gang
You know well well
Opposition sliding through
My bro gon give em hell hell
Free all my brothers my dawgs locked up in that cell cell
When they touch down
We gon buss down
We gon touch a mill mill
I got the recipe to get my bands up
My ops a rest in peace
My Brodie got that hammer
Excuse me for a minute
Let me say what's on my mind
Feel like nobody understands me, my heart is dying
Been posted in them trenches
I've been gripping on that nine
Cuz everything I touch with my heart it ends up dying
I fell in love with this paper
Feels like that shit helps me smile
Feels like we heaven sent but ain't talked to god in a while
Wore my heart upon my sleeve like it was my style
I've been running from demons
They've been chasing me for miles
Wore my heart up on my sleeve
Then how it end up on my shirt
I've got so much on my mental
But my heart is in a hearse
I've been out here grinding
I've been tryna lift my family curse
I've been dreaming bout that casket ever since they put granny up in the dirt
Excuse me for a minute
Let me say what's on my mind
Feel like nobody understands me, my heart is dying
Been posted in them trenches
I've been gripping on that nine
Cuz everything I touch with my heart it ends up dying
I fell in love with this paper
Feels like that shit helps me smile
Feels like we heaven sent but ain't talked to god in a while
Wore my heart upon my sleeve like it was my style
I've been running from demons
They've been chasing me for miles
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
They've been chasing me for miles
Yeah
You feel me
I just be doing me like, yeah
Niggas don't really understand a nigga but I be going thru shit
That's why I be posted by myself you feel me
Excuse me for a minute
Let me say what's on my mind
Feel like nobody understands me, my heart is dying
Been posted in them trenches
I've been gripping on that nine
Cuz everything I touch with my heart it ends up dying
I fell in love with this paper
Feels like that shit helps me smile
Feels like we heaven sent but ain't talked to god in a while
Wore my heart upon my sleeve like it was my style
I've been running from demons
They've been chasing me for miles
Iced out my soul
I cannot fold
So I put my trust inside of a pole
Cuz I gave love to these niggas who turned on me and it took my soul
Is you gon fight my demons for me or nah
Is you gon hold me down when this shit gets rough
Is you gon hold me down when this shit gets tough
Cuz all I've been feeling is fake love fake love
Cuz I've been loyal to the gang
You know well well
Opposition sliding through
My bro gon give em hell hell
Free all my brothers my dawgs locked up in that cell cell
When they touch down
We gon buss down
We gon touch a mill mill
I got the recipe to get my bands up
My ops a rest in peace
My Brodie got that hammer
Excuse me for a minute
Let me say what's on my mind
Feel like nobody understands me, my heart is dying
Been posted in them trenches
I've been gripping on that nine
Cuz everything I touch with my heart it ends up dying
I fell in love with this paper
Feels like that shit helps me smile
Feels like we heaven sent but ain't talked to god in a while
Wore my heart upon my sleeve like it was my style
I've been running from demons
They've been chasing me for miles
Wore my heart up on my sleeve
Then how it end up on my shirt
I've got so much on my mental
But my heart is in a hearse
I've been out here grinding
I've been tryna lift my family curse
I've been dreaming bout that casket ever since they put granny up in the dirt
Excuse me for a minute
Let me say what's on my mind
Feel like nobody understands me, my heart is dying
Been posted in them trenches
I've been gripping on that nine
Cuz everything I touch with my heart it ends up dying
I fell in love with this paper
Feels like that shit helps me smile
Feels like we heaven sent but ain't talked to god in a while
Wore my heart upon my sleeve like it was my style
I've been running from demons
They've been chasing me for miles
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
They've been chasing me for miles
Yeah
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Writer(s): Aisake Tauveli
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