Boosie Badazz - Heartless Hearts lyrics
[Boosie Badazz - Heartless Hearts lyrics]
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
Maybe that will help this heart of mine
I got this heartfelt thug shit
Because my heart has been broken and stolen
Busted wide open
Close your eyes and picture me rollin’
Looking for haters and narcotics
Out the same mirror
Watching my back across the track
With my main hitter
I need a pat on my back, I need a favor
I just got beef for 400 grand by my man
From the crater
I won’t go dig my nigga casket up
Take it down Highland road
Take pictures wit your casket
While everybody throwing four
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
Maybe that will help this heart of mine
This heart probably can’t be fixed no way
Real talk, it been broken like that
Too many died unexpected times
It was stolen like that
Me and my partner watching
Tryna find a mole in the pack
He was an OG, and certified
I ain’t know he a rat
She say she love me why you ain’t
Love me in Angola like that
You let your hating ass friends put
Your foot on my back
I miss my friends ’til the end
We be really living like that
Need a second line to
Bring some memories back
(that's Lil' Bleek and Lil' Ivory)
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
Maybe that will help this heart of mine
If Finn in the cut dawg
Swinging like a mud dawg
Biting on his lip with his left hand
Wish I could take him back to basketball
Layups with left hand
He lost Lil' Ivy we both was crying
Now he just don’t care man
Billy the kid, they finally got him
Gunshot out his left head
Snaked Lil' Bleek when I was gone
He was my right and left hand
I’m standing strong behind Bleek name
Like Finn with his left hand
I just want know who care man
Seven eleven hustle with me
Go right back in that struggle with me
Sometimes I feel sometimes I feel
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
Maybe that will help this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
Maybe that will help this heart of mine
I got this heartfelt thug shit
Because my heart has been broken and stolen
Busted wide open
Close your eyes and picture me rollin’
Looking for haters and narcotics
Out the same mirror
Watching my back across the track
With my main hitter
I need a pat on my back, I need a favor
I just got beef for 400 grand by my man
From the crater
I won’t go dig my nigga casket up
Take it down Highland road
Take pictures wit your casket
While everybody throwing four
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
Maybe that will help this heart of mine
This heart probably can’t be fixed no way
Real talk, it been broken like that
Too many died unexpected times
It was stolen like that
Me and my partner watching
Tryna find a mole in the pack
He was an OG, and certified
I ain’t know he a rat
She say she love me why you ain’t
Love me in Angola like that
You let your hating ass friends put
Your foot on my back
I miss my friends ’til the end
We be really living like that
Need a second line to
Bring some memories back
(that's Lil' Bleek and Lil' Ivory)
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
Maybe that will help this heart of mine
If Finn in the cut dawg
Swinging like a mud dawg
Biting on his lip with his left hand
Wish I could take him back to basketball
Layups with left hand
He lost Lil' Ivy we both was crying
Now he just don’t care man
Billy the kid, they finally got him
Gunshot out his left head
Snaked Lil' Bleek when I was gone
He was my right and left hand
I’m standing strong behind Bleek name
Like Finn with his left hand
I just want know who care man
Seven eleven hustle with me
Go right back in that struggle with me
Sometimes I feel sometimes I feel
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
Maybe that will help this heart of mine