Fancy People, Fancy Homes

Hope hope hope, things would be better in time
Says my mama
But hurt hurt hurt, keeps getting inside me
Shows the mirror
My thoughts need a place to figure things out
My heart keeps bleeding, it's tearing apart
Can't feel a thing, Believe me I tried

Wait wait wait, days turned into years
Life's not fair
But love love love keeps fading inside me
Shows the mirror
It's hard to survive with a broken heart
Millions of pieces, no one to bind
Can't feel a thing, believe me I tried

Fancy people, fancy homes
Can't settle down, wanting more
Religious people have judgments they owns
Problems?
Seems like you're making them more
So why should we care
Or why should I care
Stop I ain't got nothing at my end
What you're talking about
I got nothing against you
I got nothing

My soul is hurt enough
To write melodies for centuries, I'll rule on to your broken hearts
You give me pain enough
You think I deserve it like another step below your feet ahead
How can I blame you
My own left me too
So you get a chance
You can stone me now



Credits
Writer(s): Muhammad Khan
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