Mikey Monday - Tales of a Twisted Heart

Tales of a Twisted Heart
Higher, Higher, Higher
Tales of a Twisted Heart
Higher, Higher, Higher
Tales of a Twisted Heart
I left it up to God when you
Decided to leave it all
Did you think about the times, when all you wanted was calm
People said you loved drama, and I Just rang the alarm for you
I was a dummy, focused on making money
You just wanted some attention but wasn’t getting it from me
Now I’m in this situation, vision is hella fuzzy
The mission remains the same, I’m fxcking up err body, Woo
Breathing exercises, preaching next to Isaac
From the Book of David, I’m tryna beat Goliath
The proprietary cost is what we define as
Scared money don’t make none, it’s in the fine print
All the times when err'body was strugglin'
We was getting our hustle on, steady duckin the government
Lost a couple of soldiers, it wasn’t just for the fun of it
Cuz now my heart pumps with purpose, pride and relevance
Uh
Higher, Higher, Higher
Tales of a Twisted Heart
Higher, Higher, Higher
Tales of a Twisted Heart
I Gained a lot but I lost another, and another, another and another nother
All these fxcking losses, I’m starting to feel like every summer, something's in our water so they fall in Autumn
I made a call, dear God, am I wrong? cuz I’m in
The same bloody situation ever time you summon
Any one of my niggas, to you they running
But to me, they leave a hole, I can’t fill but Fxck it
It’s all good, In the hood they love me
Cuz I ain’t never turned my back, some would say I was lucky
Some of these niggas bang straps but some of 'em pussy
But all these niggas wearing black to the funeral, trust me Cuzzy
Lost a whole lot, chalk it up in the loss column
Made some wrong calls, Fxck it I ain’t your role model
Rest In Peace Billfigga, Poor out a whole bottle
Tales from my twisted heart, right from the botttom nigga
Uh
Higher, Higher, Higher
Tales of a Twisted Heart
Higher, Higher, Higher
Tales of a Twisted Heart
I showed up when it was game on,
I felt like I hit the lotto and shawtee tried to trick me for a visa, when all I wanted was unconditional love
I relapsed when I shared with y’all my chronicles of indica and some of y’all was triggered
It was my best kept secret
I wanted to be a feature on the Carter VI with Weezy, those are the tales of my twisted heart
Please believe me
Full Circle

Written by:
Mikey Ayiku

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