Heartbroke Tragedy! (feat. Killblu)
Yea, lately getting hard just to feel some
So just leave me out, just cut me out, I can hardly feel none
I can see you in and out so clearly, don't go try to play dumb
Fuck that shit that they be talking, they just mad of what I become
They talk shit from far away, I told them come and get some
In that coupe I slide away, can't wait until I get one
And I got guns up in my hide away, don't make me go and get one
I'm so turnt up on a Saturday, hit the door then I flow oh
I got everything that I want but don't got everything that I need
You hit my phone like what you want, is there something that you need?
And I got pain in my bones from my head to my feet
No I can let you get close, Fucked up that shit bad for me
Yea, heartbroke tragedy
Yea I know your bad for me
I let it go on, go on
You turn it around you mad at me
I go and make a masterpiece
I write my wrongs I say them clear
I think I'm too high on a come down but I think I'm fucking near
Lately I've been wondering if I ever fucking heal
They told me time will heal but I don't feel it though
They told me to calm down like just chill out bro
I'm just tryna make a pound off a half a o
I'm just tryna chill, my heart bumping, I got a heart ache
Don't care if you got a problem, no don't look at me the wrong way
I've been in my bag for so long I can't behave
If you ain't gone show no love to me then say goodbye to CJ!
Fell up out the sky and hit the ground running
Stab wounds in my spin, still got wings on it
And I can make the trap jump like it got springs on it
And I get high as the fuck, don't get stuck in the moment ooh
Still high when I woke up in the morning
Eyes wide open but I can barely focus
Bad bitch, she gone bring a friend call it a bonus
She want me to never leave her, I told her that shit hopeless
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea we locked in yea we focused
Just let it all out keep on going, keep on flowing
My heart so fucking cold I need some drank, go an pour it
Shit straight of the dome, can't tell us wrong
Don't write no fucking poets
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea we keep on going
Fill this drank all up in my body it help me keep me going
We grind to fucking hard just to barely be noticed
But I'm up and down I'm left and right and I can't tell where I'm going
