Hurt - Japiro lyrics
[Hurt - Japiro lyrics]
Damn I feel hurt, damn I feel used
This is what you call the Blues whoo
Whether the Sun or the rain
My joy or my pain
I just wanna tell my truths, ugh
Nobody really knows what I truly been through
Only God can judge cause we all sin too
You got choices to make, more hustling to do
Your kids gotta eat
And the fucking rent due!
It’s been years since we spoke
But I feel no way
My ego plus that hurt made me feel some way
Niggas think they know Jay
But you have no idea
You can’t put me together this ain’t no IKEA
It still feels weird
Cause we used to be tight
Used to play the club, shit
I bailed you out twice
And Sometimes I’m right
And sometimes I’m wrong
You was chasing hoes, all Summer long
My word is my bond, I’d never stare you wrong
I told you not to fuck with
Her and she did you wrong
Never read the Koran but I
Know some verses from Pslams
My nigga paid the tab
That was dinner after the prom
True dope boy shit, what you know about it
He would get me in
Even when the club was crowded
When your plans get re-routed
And life goes buy
You mix the pain with the hurt
But I ain’t gon cry!
A couple years ago
I was feeling just like Meek
They ain’t post my album
They ain’t write no tweets
But that shit, is weak
When you dwell on that
I could spell it out for ya
But I’m good on that
I learned to never react before
I think through things
That’s why this world is fucked up
Why can’t live like Kings
They try to ruin you dreams
If you tell em’ bout anything
That’s why I stay low and
Rarely be on the scene
If you call a women a Queen
She gone look at you funny
You call her out her name
She gon think you got money
I’m not saying all, I’m just saying some
How did we come this far, only to act dumb
These Instagram models got you
Feeling like you broke
She bought a new body
While you’re trying to stay afloat
She been to DR 5 times and never got sick
I guess she make her dollars
Cause she never makes sense cents!
My homie Premie gon, Meechie gon
Tay gone too it got me sitting here thinking
What is Jay gon’ do i was just like you
Trying to plot my next move
So I could pull up, Mannie Fresh on 22’s
Got everything to lose and my
Sons to look after and I ain’t got time to
Be another broke rapper
Just closed another chapter ya’ll
Niggas doing the most
Me and Derrick, we was like Raekwon and Ghost
Rap Money was slow
Before we knew what we know
Could of signed with Eminem before 8 Mile bro
G from Rocafella, even liked our songs
And our meetings with Murder Inc
We’re taking too damn long
The A&R never called
I knew something was wrong
But this was just the beginning
Of the path I’ve walked
I be having these hurt thoughts
In the back of mind
I be jaded from it all but I still won’t cry
This is what you call the Blues whoo
Whether the Sun or the rain
My joy or my pain
I just wanna tell my truths, ugh
Nobody really knows what I truly been through
Only God can judge cause we all sin too
You got choices to make, more hustling to do
Your kids gotta eat
And the fucking rent due!
It’s been years since we spoke
But I feel no way
My ego plus that hurt made me feel some way
Niggas think they know Jay
But you have no idea
You can’t put me together this ain’t no IKEA
It still feels weird
Cause we used to be tight
Used to play the club, shit
I bailed you out twice
And Sometimes I’m right
And sometimes I’m wrong
You was chasing hoes, all Summer long
My word is my bond, I’d never stare you wrong
I told you not to fuck with
Her and she did you wrong
Never read the Koran but I
Know some verses from Pslams
My nigga paid the tab
That was dinner after the prom
True dope boy shit, what you know about it
He would get me in
Even when the club was crowded
When your plans get re-routed
And life goes buy
You mix the pain with the hurt
But I ain’t gon cry!
A couple years ago
I was feeling just like Meek
They ain’t post my album
They ain’t write no tweets
But that shit, is weak
When you dwell on that
I could spell it out for ya
But I’m good on that
I learned to never react before
I think through things
That’s why this world is fucked up
Why can’t live like Kings
They try to ruin you dreams
If you tell em’ bout anything
That’s why I stay low and
Rarely be on the scene
If you call a women a Queen
She gone look at you funny
You call her out her name
She gon think you got money
I’m not saying all, I’m just saying some
How did we come this far, only to act dumb
These Instagram models got you
Feeling like you broke
She bought a new body
While you’re trying to stay afloat
She been to DR 5 times and never got sick
I guess she make her dollars
Cause she never makes sense cents!
My homie Premie gon, Meechie gon
Tay gone too it got me sitting here thinking
What is Jay gon’ do i was just like you
Trying to plot my next move
So I could pull up, Mannie Fresh on 22’s
Got everything to lose and my
Sons to look after and I ain’t got time to
Be another broke rapper
Just closed another chapter ya’ll
Niggas doing the most
Me and Derrick, we was like Raekwon and Ghost
Rap Money was slow
Before we knew what we know
Could of signed with Eminem before 8 Mile bro
G from Rocafella, even liked our songs
And our meetings with Murder Inc
We’re taking too damn long
The A&R never called
I knew something was wrong
But this was just the beginning
Of the path I’ve walked
I be having these hurt thoughts
In the back of mind
I be jaded from it all but I still won’t cry