Felly - Weak Hearts lyrics
Christian Felner [Cfello]
[Felly - Weak Hearts lyrics]
Oh oh yeah
Ooh, ooh yeah
It's all said and done
My commitment to anyone
I'm done living for anyone
Say you with me, you never was
(You never was) and from the Hell I've done
To the Heaven and everyone
'Til gold is drippin' on everyone
I'm higher up than I've ever gone
Weak hearts don't come around, no
Not 'round here
Speak up, you might as well say how you feel
(Feel, feel)
Cheap love, designer drugs, and dollar bills
(yeah, yeah) sweetheart, it's not enough
We're all in Hell (yeah, yeah)
Timeless so I grow up slower
Top list of the forward culture
Getting top in the four door
Blowin' loud 'til there's no emotion
Everybody wanna blow they fortune (Woo)
Gram keep prayin' and keep believin'
God gets lost, only claim misfortune
This shit gets annoying, fuck
I'm my own employer
I got Godly style with it
Lyin' to my girl like politicians
Brain like Harvard, Lord I'm vicious
Go forth and ignore the mistress
Gettin' close, yeah it's fourth and inches
But
Weak hearts nothing to lean on or lead on
Feel the love
Weak hearts don't come around, no
Not round here
Speak up, you might as well say how you feel
(Feel, feel)
Cheap love, designer drugs, and dollar bills
(yeah, yeah) sweetheart, it's not enough
We're all in Hell (yeah, yeah)
Ooh, ooh yeah
It's all said and done
My commitment to anyone
I'm done living for anyone
Say you with me, you never was
(You never was) and from the Hell I've done
To the Heaven and everyone
'Til gold is drippin' on everyone
I'm higher up than I've ever gone
Weak hearts don't come around, no
Not 'round here
Speak up, you might as well say how you feel
(Feel, feel)
Cheap love, designer drugs, and dollar bills
(yeah, yeah) sweetheart, it's not enough
We're all in Hell (yeah, yeah)
Timeless so I grow up slower
Top list of the forward culture
Getting top in the four door
Blowin' loud 'til there's no emotion
Everybody wanna blow they fortune (Woo)
Gram keep prayin' and keep believin'
God gets lost, only claim misfortune
This shit gets annoying, fuck
I'm my own employer
I got Godly style with it
Lyin' to my girl like politicians
Brain like Harvard, Lord I'm vicious
Go forth and ignore the mistress
Gettin' close, yeah it's fourth and inches
But
Weak hearts nothing to lean on or lead on
Feel the love
Weak hearts don't come around, no
Not round here
Speak up, you might as well say how you feel
(Feel, feel)
Cheap love, designer drugs, and dollar bills
(yeah, yeah) sweetheart, it's not enough
We're all in Hell (yeah, yeah)