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Lil Boosie – Heartless Hearts

[Hook]
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
Maybe that will help this heart of mine

[Verse 1]
I got this heartfelt thug shit
Because my heart has been broken and stolen
Busted wide open, close your eyes and picture me rollin’
Looking for haters and narcotics out the same mirror
Watching my back across the track with my main hitter
I need a pat on my back, I need a favor
I just got beef for 400 grand by my man, from the crater
I won’t go dig my nigga casket up, take it down Highland road
Take pictures wit your casket while everybody throwing four

[Hook]
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
Maybe that will help this heart of mine

[Verse 2]
This heart probably can’t be fixed no way
Real talk, it been broken like that
Too many died unexpected times, it was stolen like that
Me and my partner watching, tryna find a mole in the pack
He was an OG, and certified, I ain’t know he a rat
She say she love me why you ain’t love me in Angola like that
You let your hating ass friends put your foot on my back
I miss my friends ’til the end, we be really living like that
Need a second line to bring some memories back (that’s Lil’ Bleek and Lil’ Ivory)

[Hook]
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
Maybe that will help this heart of mine

[Verse 3]
If Finn in the cut dawg, swinging like a mud dawg, biting on his lip with his left hand
Wish I could take him back to basketball, layups with left hand
He lost Lil’ Ivy we both was crying, now he just don’t care man
Billy the kid, they finally got him, gunshot out his left head
Snaked Lil’ Bleek when I was gone, he was my right and left hand
I’m standing strong behind Bleek name, like Finn with his left hand
I just want know who care man, seven eleven hustle with me
Go right back in that struggle with me
Sometimes I feel
Sometimes I feel

[Hook] x 2
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
Maybe that will help this heart of mine

$UICIDEBOY$ – FAILURE BY DESIGN Lyrics

[VERSE I: RUBY DA CHERRY]
Ruby got a problem
Ruby at the bottom
Ruby fucking up
He gotta alotta empty bottles
Ruby full throttle
Toolie no condom
Bust it back and watch my brains splat on the column
Dollars got me honest
Honestly without a prophet
Probably spent all his profit (Wait, you want all of it?)
Yeah that’s fucking right i copped it
Romeo with all the toxins
Roll me dope i’ll lip lock it
Blackened lungs from all the (coughing)
Fuck all these lames
All yall so obsessed with names
All yall dress the fucking same
$UICIDE
I’m out the game
Blame it on the fame
I’m so sick of my own name
I’m so distant from the reigns
I’m riling up a hurricane

[VERSE II: $LICK $LOTH]
Popping oxy
Snorting roxy
Body feeling like a zombie
Never been a role model
Never hear me say I’m sorry
7th ward dragon breathing fire while i’m slicing necks
Sixth sense deathwish
Laughing at these fucking threats
Slick the one to ask you what you gon do?
Nothing fool
I’ve been suicidal with them drugs up in my mama’s womb
All these poppies
Cock the shotty
Barrell pressed against my body
Photocopies all around me
$UICIDE just call the posse
Kill em sloppy
Bitch we godly
Double cup that’s filled with yella
Dread head cracker from the ghetto
Don’t say hello
You ain’t my woadie
All your friends are dead?
Mine been dead since kids
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