Lyrics:
it's hard ~ oh it's hard
Oh Lord it's hard to be like Jesus
And it's hard to step out on them waves
Hard to walk beyond your vision
Oh Lord it's
so I guess it really does
No paperwork on this marriage
Drunk off Paul, nigga, pourin' by the Rover
Bitches pourin' hollows over haters
We killin'
ain't big enough to fit your damaged goods
Other words, don't try to put your heart in a headcase
'Cause, baby, stable mentally, I ain't, I need my
receive"
Or typing "amen" and sharing some funny posts by so called "men of God"
With scriptures mostly quoted out of context to receive your miracles
to the stunts like what
The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
Come through, leave two, run what ya got
Smoke out your block, hang out the T-tops
comes out of nowhere
Right out of the blue
I'd never seen anything to compare with your smile
I'd never seen anything that came within miles
My heart got
Din't you
After the heartbreak blues, she Broke my heart
Why is it we get butterflies in The beginning
Can't eat, can't sleep, can't do Anything but sing
(yeah), order Patek, time fly by (Patek)
Yeah, yeah, pull on your block, do a drive-by (dkrt, skrt)
Yeah, yeah, hundred shots, it'll end your life (let's
it, but it
Looks like he clearly let it
Go before the buzzer, and the Celtics
Will take a 3-0 lead in
This best of 7 series
Big play by Paul Pierce
through you know the outcome
Critical
Condition in your physical for injurin
The officer and gentleman who stack by the benjamen
Off a beat like this
I'm in it to deep to get out now
They always told me death was the only way out
I'm sittin' up all night
I can't ever rest my head
How will my
bae, get them hoes out the way like yeah, uh
You talkin' your business, but I don't like bitches, could love you for days like oh, yeah
They stalkin'
I trust)
I been fucked by so many damn managers
While they push me out front of these cameras (managers, cameras)
All this music I done gave
(Bitch)
Relax
I don’t got cable but I’m really in my prime time dime time
Chris Paul dishing out the dimes like my lines
This tall flipping out my mind I
There's a kid out on my corner, hear him strumming like a fool
Shivering in his dungerees, but still he's going to school
His cheeks are made
I will be in California, at a beach out by the sand,
With a surfboard in my hand, you can find me.
Like I don’t keep the beef,
I’m not
We sat side by side on a fishing pier
I cast it out and I hooked your ear
And we laughed so hard it chased the seagulls away
Your hand felt like
people can eat
Everyone gotta eat
Everyone gets the pie
Tryna make it out the hood
That's why I'm working very hard
Tryna solve all my problems
Putting in
chest give power to songs
Girl ripping when I'm home about the hours I'm gone
I can't help it the studio where Paul be at
Tried to walk away from it
Knuckles lost in a fight against a wall
Turns out it wasn't a wall, it was Paul, my middle name is Paul
So if I stabbed the wall is it self harm at all
If I
You ain't never had my back
You was never looking out
Trusted you with all my heart
You went and dropped it all for clout
Rather serve than go
I’m the alpha wolf I’m gonna eat your heart out
Leader of my pack we gonna stomp your guard down
Ruthless savages, above your averages
Damage shit
Glock
Gotta hold my pistol
They keep their hands out
Swear these niggas piss poor
Got it off the block
Boutta ball like Chris Paul
Say he sendin shots
But
Show him I made somethin' out myself and not just tried
Show him the house I bought the fam, let him tour inside
No matter how far ahead I get, I
Discuss these eat your heart out by paul hardcastle Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In