Dead Hearted
They was sitting round laughing at my pain they thought it'll break me
But you know I'm from the land of the killers the trenches made me
all the pressure sit round on my dome
That shit done made me
but I'm walking like my heart still alive
When I know it's dead.
I've been sitting back counting my wins
Finally got more than loses
Said that he was gone step on the guys
That's right when buddy lost it
Scared to pull the trigger they shooting
I told the boy to toss it
Sticking up for Niggas that's scary
Even know they start it
been in survival mode so long
I can't get use to living
let a hoe treat me like I was average
boy that's an awful feeling
Turnt that hurt into nothing but passion
I finally see whats missing.
One of my right hands killed Keith
That's when I started spinning
Retract that statement
I can't be speaking on who got missing yo
Quiet kid but every weekend
Turn to a shooter tho
She a good woman I'm scared
Treat her like a groupie hoe
Done lost more than I Done won
This year but somehow I'm still winning
survived shit Niggas couldn't fandom
Ain't no comprehension
Only see myself in my way
My only competition
Survivors guilt clouding my mind
I should be the one that's missing
Heart been dead for a while
I'm finally paying attention.
I'm so dead hearted
Probably why I always stay cautious
done be crossed to much
I cant trust again
Bloody eyes death my only friend
But you know I'm from the land of the killers the trenches made me
all the pressure sit round on my dome
That shit done made me
but I'm walking like my heart still alive
When I know it's dead.
I've been sitting back counting my wins
Finally got more than loses
Said that he was gone step on the guys
That's right when buddy lost it
Scared to pull the trigger they shooting
I told the boy to toss it
Sticking up for Niggas that's scary
Even know they start it
been in survival mode so long
I can't get use to living
let a hoe treat me like I was average
boy that's an awful feeling
Turnt that hurt into nothing but passion
I finally see whats missing.
One of my right hands killed Keith
That's when I started spinning
Retract that statement
I can't be speaking on who got missing yo
Quiet kid but every weekend
Turn to a shooter tho
She a good woman I'm scared
Treat her like a groupie hoe
Done lost more than I Done won
This year but somehow I'm still winning
survived shit Niggas couldn't fandom
Ain't no comprehension
Only see myself in my way
My only competition
Survivors guilt clouding my mind
I should be the one that's missing
Heart been dead for a while
I'm finally paying attention.
I'm so dead hearted
Probably why I always stay cautious
done be crossed to much
I cant trust again
Bloody eyes death my only friend
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Writer(s): Jeron Watkins
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