T.K the Greatest - Heart on my sleeve

I mix nation for real
I fucked up love, I did it bad, I did that by myself

I'm missin' shit I never had, like why them millions ain't here
I wore that paint on top my back and I ain't ask for no help
I know they watched em do me foul and I ain't ask for no ref
I put that ice inside my cup, hope it get cold as Minnesota

I couldn't give no ho, no heart, but I could give a cold shoulder
And all the odds were stacked against me, weighin' heavy like a boulder
I'm so real, I won't even do the show if I don't fuck with promoters
Watch him, he gon' blow it, you better keep your stick

I seen his eyes, he traumatized, that boy been through some shit
That karma come around and bite you, they say life a bitch
You better watch that ho, she triflin', I know she gon' switch
That bullet barely graze my uncle, he ain't need a stitch

If it go down, I know he solid, he ain't never snitch
Before I go, I be like Roddy, all my niggas rich
Put gold on all they neck like we ain't have a pot to piss
I'm in the middle of the party and

Is it bad I wear my heart on my sleeve
And wonder why they always hurtin' me
I know I left some time, but why they always leave
I got so used to havin' nightmares

Tell me why I can't move in my dreams
And tell me why they always follow me
Know it get dangerous, this ain't the life I chose for me
But this the life I lead

Shit sound like music to my ears when I'm pissed off
I see my niggas scratchin' skin off that fentanyl
I watch too many people change on me
That shit wasn't my fault, but you went and put the blame on me

Cocaine music up the street We bumpin' CMG, I still fuck with her
I just love how this hoe used to be
I tried to pass my dawg the rock, but he ain't PNB
If I shoot you, shoot, goddamn, you fuckin' up the chemistry

I bust my fye till the pole, hot we turn at road blocks
Can't stop, I got too much at stake, this texas roadhouse
Trez get to sangin' with that chopper like rehearsin' gospel
I was big three before we ever mentioned Jesper Dahmer

No Betty Crocker, I want cake so she can keep the cookie
In other words, I need my pape, ho, you can keep the pussy
I'm tryin' to go from state to state
But I know them niggas lookin', finally made it in the class

Cause I got tired of playin' hooky, but instead
I'm in the middle of the party and
Is it bad I wear my heart on my sleeve
And wonder why they always hurtin' me

I know I love some time, but why they always leave
I got so used to havin' nightmares
Tell me why I can't move in my dreams
And tell me why they always follow me

Know we get dangerous, this ain't the life I chose for me
But this the life I lead, yeah

Written by:
Tahji Caldwell

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