Thug Paradise 3

Now I'm tryna tell you
Every time you crying, I'ma be able to hear you
I feel you
You know what I'm saying?

'Cause in the thug paradise, we tote fire
It ain't no island, but my heart get tired
I just be smiling 'cause I'm tryna keep from crying
Yeah, they don't never hear me crying (james about that check, boy)

Why the fuck I'm talking? Ain't nobody tryna hear me
You ain't never been no target, so much people tried to kill me
I'm like, "Listen to my heart, bae," it ain't even beating
Tryna sеnd this to my dog, bae, he ain't evеn breathing
Tryna take it somewhere far away where they can't even see me
Shorty, I was in this dark place, you probably couldn't even see me

I'm just living out my dog days, I can't be no pussy
Always see my flaws, bae, I'm wondering how I'm looking
'Cause this shit be ugly and pretty
How you love without me? You can't even love with me
But I forever got you, that's just something that come with me
If they don't never got you, you can always come with me (why?)

'Cause in the thug paradise, we tote fire
It ain't no island, but my heart get tired
I just be smiling 'cause I'm tryna keep from crying
Yeah, they don't never hear me crying

Tryna see paradise, want all my niggas shine
Ain't no booty life, with a gangster, come and vibe
When she hold me tight, might not make it past tonight
Yeah, I'll probably make it to paradise



Credits
Writer(s): Milan Modi, James Maddocks, Malita Rice, Daniel Nduwimana, Carl Exantus
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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