Lyrics:
dealing with a damaged heart
I lay my head on your shoulder
You take me for a perfect ride
It’s like we’ll never be over
And I
I’m dancing in the pink
real
Soul back to the game
John Legend on the backgrounds by the way
Let's go
From what I hear Kanye is
Killing the game very bad
My girl rocking
yellow bellies
All give way to a never ending white
You are the heroin king of the piazza
You are the heroin king of the harbour
You are the heroin king
yeah, sing it out now
[Chorus]
In the darkest valley, through the loneliest alley
Never give up, press on through the storm
Weepin' man fall, for
I'ma pop it (Ooh)
Niggas they fake and they phony
I do this shit by my lonely
I do this shit by my self
I never ask for no help
I keep a glock by my belt
time for that
KW: yeah!
PW: It might be time for that
PW: Oh yeah! That was a very serious moment
KW: Yes!
PW: I’ll never forget going to
You
hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes
You'd better bow your head
Wait for the ricochet
Ooh, ooh,
This shit here all I know
(That's on my soul, that's on my soul)
(That's on my soul, that's on my soul)
(June, you're a genius) facts
Slipper
What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never be
Never see
Won't see what might have been
What I've felt
What
can see myself
Don't be afraid to go ask for help
Nah
That's the way I felt
That's the way I
Evil go by and it
Grab you by the hand
Reminds you
sneaking up
I cant trust no soul if I cant see them huh
Im trynna do better get my riches for my youngins huh
But it seem im getting dragged by my loved ones
a bitch say
(Man)
Had to gas up the Grand Nash'
To go and bend the block
(For real, for real, for real)
(I'm on my way, on my way)
Had to gas up the Grand
and I know that I'm like this
One thing gone, another one drops
Sell my soul for a song that pops
Some days I know I'm the one
Others I'm fighting for
the blades of a helicopter
I never met a girl that was too finicky
If the press has their way then they're going to finish me
You might know this but you've
I Prayed For This)
I Prayed For This
Can't You Tell I Prayed For This
Worked Real Hard I Slaved For This
Me And GOD Got A Tight Relationship
(Aye)
I
souls is the real bag
My wife love me, God mo'! That's the real bag
Makin a difference in this world is the real bag
Knowledge is power, read somethin',
, finding no trace of hope
Walking around as a remnant of my former self beat down with a fractured soul
Ever since I was born, I was raised daily in the way
the best
Therefore, hard to tell
You dropped me off by the dungeon
Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering
Now are these niggas in this house
feel like I'm just cold
I feel like I just never got the chance to show you my heart
Like this shit, this shit burns for you
Look, I know it's scary
You've been gone for a minute
Can I ask you what changed?
Never told the thoughts that were in your brain
Never knew your struggle, but I felt your
waiting way to long
I can feel it in my soul
I can feel it in my bones
Never felt like this before
I been waiting way to long
Sorta gifted, my core is rigid
Alright...
I waited all night for the sunshine
Sometimes I sit and write in the meantime
Inside the prison in my mind
Shackled to the demon by my
they have for the world that they bleed dry.
They are the true pornographers
The real stylists in human perversion.
Rich educated tarts sit dumbly by
cut open
Never have I felt so broken
Baby I won’t make the morning
Baby I, baby I won’t make the morning
I got it bad for real
Shawty baby why you mad
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