Lyrics:
my heart
(I need you tot mend my heart again)
Sick of feeling hurt
Man I'm sick of feeling burnt out
I ain't got the strength for all this weight
and doubling up by the end
Niggas wont sacrifice shit in the way that I did, 'cause niggas ain't in for the win
I got my talents from God, perfected 'em all
on your neck
I'm that chill that you feel
When you crawl into bed
I'm a madman inspired
By the sick in my head
And I'm back on my wave again
I'm a nightmare
demonstrate
I been living in a fantasy my mind would emulate
I been stuck inside this prison and I'm never getting out
Maybe I just need to find a different way
sellin) w no boat
Biddies b shopping in soho Dey needa Shlop up dem kids infant no hope
Shout out my kids ain’t had no hope shawty ain’t care fa da kid
Youtubecom timWestwoodTV
Yo, it's TimWestwoodTV up at Capital Xtra
Got my man Juice WRLD in the building
It's time to shut down the city again
Last
what's going on in your own head
You coulda been laying in your own bed but you stayed by my side till my last breaths before I breathed again
Even if I
home alive
She warned against his loss of sleep and driving fast in that old heap
And that he had to be at work by five.
BJ the DJ you're living
like snow on a road
And your so called ‘friends’ left you out in the winter cold
But you don’t break, you’ll bend and rise
‘Cause you give it another go,
it
Workin OT
I was out on a mission
I count up the money
She roll ups swisher
Count it again
Cuz new hunnids be sticky
Hit from the back
She get
cold
Lot of things in my life that I regret
Wake up in the middle of the night with a
Cold sweat
Praying that my dreams don't become reality
Then hide
on and try this new thing with me, baby
It's too cold
Come on now, baby
Let's take off clean
Get in this here machine
And rocket, rocket, rocket, rocket
on and try this new thing with me, baby
It's too cold
Come on now, baby
Let's take off clean
Get in this here machine
And rocket, rocket, rocket, rocket
dank)
Ima sip the drank
If I need to (Ima sip the drank)
Yea baby I know I’m cold
But I bleed too (but I bleed too)
But it feels better
In the stu (feels
out my brothers, no Jonas
Ooh, here we go again, here we go again
Run around in circles, yeah the cycle never ends
Ooh, here we go again, here we go
September and it's cold
The feeling's kinda low
This LDR ain't working.
I want you in my arms
The feeling of your warmth
I've had some trouble sleeping.
Now
the squad on your click
Still get it in big stacks by the bundle
Ain't who he say he is boy cap he a runner
Don't pass shit to him he a rat that's a fumble
My
shit
I'm glad I'm not alone
All these college kids I don't know
I'm just standing out here smoking ciggies in the snow, yeah
Got locked out the show
or I could just cry
But i'll just hide it until I die
Aye
I feel like I've been trapped inside my mind
It won't let me out until I die
And I'm so cold
I
Cover your eyes as I describe a scene so violent
Seemed like a bad dream, she laid in a blood puddle
Blood bubbled in her chest, cold air brushed
Cover your eyes as I describe a scene so violent
Seemed like a bad dream, she laid in a blood puddle
Blood bubbled in her chest, cold air brushed
I'm in a, I'm in a battlefield (I'm in)
I'm in a, I'm in a battlefield (I'm in)
I'm in a, I'm in a battlefield (I'm in)
Single mother made
idol
Yo, they took his title when he wouldn't take the gun
And fight in Vietnam the only way he felt, then he won the bet again
Now they want me in
Dark, cold night at the station platform
Waiting for a way to get home
Ticket in hand, my thread of hope telling me I'll be there soon
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