Heat (prod. Pilgrim)
• Written by fux
Lyrics:
Cookin’ up, some shit we lit
Broken hearts, still fuck with it
Ain’t no time for fakes, ain’t a bit
We goin’ hard, can’t run with it
Gettin’ fucked up, at my crib
Broes, hoes all that shit
Want some of the heat, come for it
I got it all, I run this shit
Ay
Ay
Ay
What you say?
What you mean?
Can’t even stay?
I got the heat, I run this game
ain’t a friend, ain’t a fiend
Got my way, walk away
I want benz, ain’t got rent
Broke as fuck, damn
Let it go, let it bleed
Cry a river in the sheet
Want no bills, only pills
Dying young, rest in coffins
So I find my peace
So you can get a piece
Of the cake, that I bake
For fux sake
Yea
Run away, from the pain
Knock it out, with some cocaine
Let me rest, I’m insane
Blow my brains, Kurt Cobain
When she’s gone, nothing’s same
Fuck my life and the fame
Love’s a drug, I’m in chains
Choke her out, she like pain
Slap her ass, she likes games
Have my hoes at my place
When I’m drunk I ain’t fazed
Golden teeth I want these man
Leave these hoes
They want change
Sleep with me just for praise
Tell her friends she had me then
Fuck that shit
We ain’t friends
Now you wanna hook up, hey
When I take off, I won’t stay
Let me tell you somethin’ then
I ain’t playing these goddamn games
Fuck another poor guy, ay
Scratch his back, he likes pain
They both numb, wake up then
Broken hearts, are the same
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fux
Member since February 8 2017