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Testo Heartless
Testo Heartless
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I called you drunk again like this is the game
I should have loved a little more I'm ashamed
And now we're burning into ashes again
I'll take the blame, blame
I'm calling regardless
Forget what I said I'm probably just stressed But baby I know that I'm heartless
My head is a mess, my stomach, my chest
But fuck it I'm trying my hardest
You were good to me and I was good to you
But it’s time we departed, you know I’m an artist
I called and drove to your house but got no answer
I guess I had to man up
Last night I said too much I guess I’m fed up
Of all thesе games you're playing again
But I'm coolin' regardlеss
Forget what I said, I'm probably just stressed
The industry's turning me heartless
Money on my head, my girl is a mess I had to tell her I'm an artist
The streets like the feds, talkin nonsense, how many brothers turned into a target
I see my brothers on the rolling stone
I see my dreams come alive
My mama calling me, I'm far from home I tell her about it on the mic
I'm not the man that you thought I was
I had to turn around my life, I had to turn over the page
I had to catch another flight
I called you drunk again like this is the game
I should have loved a little more I'm ashamed
And now we're burning into ashes again
I'll take the blame, blame
(I'm calling regardless)
I called you drunk again like this is the game
I should have loved a little more I'm ashamed
And now we're burning into ashes again
I'll take the blame, blame
(I'm calling regardless)
I called you drunk again like this is the game
I should have loved a little more I'm ashamed
And now we're burning into ashes again
I'll take the blame, blame
I'm calling regardless
Forget what I said I'm probably just stressed But baby I know that I'm heartless
My head is a mess, my stomach, my chest
But fuck it I'm trying my hardest
You were good to me and I was good to you
But it’s time we departed, you know I’m an artist
I called and drove to your house but got no answer
I guess I had to man up
Last night I said too much I guess I’m fed up
Of all thesе games you're playing again
But I'm coolin' regardlеss
Forget what I said, I'm probably just stressed
The industry's turning me heartless
Money on my head, my girl is a mess I had to tell her I'm an artist
The streets like the feds, talkin nonsense, how many brothers turned into a target
I see my brothers on the rolling stone
I see my dreams come alive
My mama calling me, I'm far from home I tell her about it on the mic
I'm not the man that you thought I was
I had to turn around my life, I had to turn over the page
I had to catch another flight
I called you drunk again like this is the game
I should have loved a little more I'm ashamed
And now we're burning into ashes again
I'll take the blame, blame
(I'm calling regardless)
I called you drunk again like this is the game
I should have loved a little more I'm ashamed
And now we're burning into ashes again
I'll take the blame, blame
(I'm calling regardless)
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