Eastside
This gon' be my last time
I give my heart to the heartless
Fuck, I look like being brokenhearted?
Knew this shit would end just as soon as it started
I'm coolin' regardless
I need a ride-or-die by my side
Thought that you was in it for life
But your pride
Grew up on the Eastside (Eastside)
Where my enemies are friendly, I had to realize (realize)
They be at yo' neck, I gotta cut ties (cut ties)
Why is something real so hard to come by on the Eastside?
'Cause I, I ain't got no love for you (I)
Middle fingers up to you, yeah
On the Eastside
This gon' be the last time
I give someone my all, I let you have mine (have mine)
Why can't you stay solid through the tight times? (Tight times)
Addin' fuel to the fire, then you gaslight
Now I'm the bad guy
I need a ride-or-die by my side (by my side)
Thought that you was in it for life (for life)
But your pride (ah)
Grew up on the Eastside (Eastside)
Where my enemies are friendly, I had to realize (realize)
They be at yo' neck, I gotta cut ties (cut ties)
Why is something real so hard to come by on the Eastside?
'Cause I, I ain't got no love for you (I)
Middle fingers up to you, yeah
On the Eastside
I give my heart to the heartless
Fuck, I look like being brokenhearted?
Knew this shit would end just as soon as it started
I'm coolin' regardless
I need a ride-or-die by my side
Thought that you was in it for life
But your pride
Grew up on the Eastside (Eastside)
Where my enemies are friendly, I had to realize (realize)
They be at yo' neck, I gotta cut ties (cut ties)
Why is something real so hard to come by on the Eastside?
'Cause I, I ain't got no love for you (I)
Middle fingers up to you, yeah
On the Eastside
This gon' be the last time
I give someone my all, I let you have mine (have mine)
Why can't you stay solid through the tight times? (Tight times)
Addin' fuel to the fire, then you gaslight
Now I'm the bad guy
I need a ride-or-die by my side (by my side)
Thought that you was in it for life (for life)
But your pride (ah)
Grew up on the Eastside (Eastside)
Where my enemies are friendly, I had to realize (realize)
They be at yo' neck, I gotta cut ties (cut ties)
Why is something real so hard to come by on the Eastside?
'Cause I, I ain't got no love for you (I)
Middle fingers up to you, yeah
On the Eastside
Credits
Writer(s): Tione Merritt, Jerome Rufus Monroe, Caroline Storm Ford, Najee Travis, Jackson Sevakian, Elizabeth White
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