I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position
Feeling the warmth. and hearing the beat of your heart. feeling your skin.
With my heart most of you fuckas just fakers in the making
Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king
After , many loved lost what a disaster , my heart left fractured , the meaning of
I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush
Will always touch at the apex of you heart instead of rapping like a
You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga
Cause of death self-inflicted gunshot to the heart
She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art
These lyrics come from the heart
Like a small garage in your backyard
You took the heart of me
Walk that body, talk that body
You took a bite out of my heart
No wonder why when times get hard
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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