HURT - Remix

Last week I fucked like two or three strippers couldn't fight the urge
Them two two threes they on my person incase they trying to purge
We're something like the agriculture grew up from the dirt
Stay looking over my shoulder I can't help it one of my quirks
Because I done been through pain yea I just let it hurt
Yea I done been through pain yea I just let it hurt
Yea I done been through pain yea I just let it hurt
Keep looking over my shoulder I can't help it one of my quirks

No, I don't want no good girl I'm enamored with these dancers
Remember back then they was flaking on me I done brushed it off like dandruff
Blue hundreds making britches fall I keep pulling my pants up
Steady worried about what a nigga doing quick to tell a nigga get they bands up
And I done cut off way too many niggas in this week alone
Playin in her throat she got that nigga all on speakerphone
Ain't no backstabbers in my circle but to each is own
She don't go to church when she is with me I make her speak in tongues yea yea yea
I woke up early ima fucking go-getter
That pillow talking ain't gone maker no wetter
And all that hatred ain't gone make you no cheddar

Last week I fucked like two or three strippers couldn't fight the urge
Them two two threes they on my person incase they trying to purge
We're something like the agriculture grew up from the dirt
Stay looking over my shoulder I can't help it one of my quirks
Because I done been through pain yea I just let it hurt
Yea I done been through pain yea I just let it hurt
Yea I done been through pain yea I just let it hurt
Keep looking over my shoulder I can't help it one of my quirks

Ayo, I solemnly swear it's like this life isn't fair
I know I've been through some things I probably won't ever share
And I ain't gotta explain life taught me real is so rare
I need a mask, not for covid they tell me love in the air
I might just walk through the mall and buy up all of the pairs
The coldest heart of them all I got on three different layers
And if I call you my brother gone have to gimmie the chair
Before I let us fall off gotta send me to death
Aye I don't go to church but god keep blessing me
And I been feeling like its greatness in my destiny
I put my Blood Sweat and tears in every melody yea
My circle small but they be bringing out the best of me

Last week I fucked like two or three strippers couldn't fight the urge
Them two two threes they on my person incase they trying to purge
We're something like the agriculture grew up from the dirt
Stay looking over my shoulder I can't help it one of my quirks
Because I done been through pain yea I just let it hurt
Yea I done been through pain yea I just let it hurt
Yea I done been through pain yea I just let it hurt
Keep looking over my shoulder I can't help it one of my quirks



Credits
Writer(s): Roderick Bowman
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