Jacob Rothschild - HURT §Ø GOOD

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Growing up I heard more money more problems
Well it turns out that's not right
Ion really need to have a pocket fulla cash nah
I jusss wanna live my life
Muthafuckahs coming at me popping that shit
And they're thinking that their justified
Well ion really wanna hear you talkin that ish
You can talk to my 45
Whoa
She pulls me
Under
Now I
Can't breathe
Don't pull me under
NOOOOO
She tears
My heart
Right
Out of
My sleeve
Can't break
Can't take meeee
So who have we become
Tell me
My sweetest friend
Why everyone I love
Goes away, In the end
Well you can have it all
My empire of dirt
I'll only let you down
I'll only make it hurt
Sooo good
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Written by:
Jacob Rothschild

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