Heartbroke Tragedy! ft. Killblu Lyrics

Yea, lately getting hard just to feel some

So just leave me out, just cut me out, I can hardly feel none

I can see you in and out so clearly, don't go try to play dumb

Fuck that shit that they be talking, they just mad of what I become

They talk shit from far away, I told them come and get some

In that coupe I slide away, can't wait until I get one

And I got guns up in my hide away, don't make me go and get one

I'm so turnt up on a Saturday, hit the door then I flow oh

I got everything that I want but don't got everything that I need

You hit my phone like what you want, is there something that you need?

And I got pain in my bones from my head to my feet

No I can let you get close, Fucked up that shit bad for me

Yea, heartbroke tragedy

Yea I know your bad for me

I let it go on, go on

You turn it around you mad at me

I go and make a masterpiece

I write my wrongs I say them clear

I think I'm too high on a come down but I think I'm fucking near

Lately I've been wondering if I ever fucking heal

They told me time will heal but I don't feel it though

They told me to calm down like just chill out bro

I'm just tryna make a pound off a half a o

I'm just tryna chill, my heart bumping, I got a heart ache

Don't care if you got a problem, no don't look at me the wrong way

I've been in my bag for so long I can't behave

If you ain't gone show no love to me then say goodbye to CJ!

Fell up out the sky and hit the ground running

Stab wounds in my spin, still got wings on it

And I can make the trap jump like it got springs on it

And I get high as the fuck, don't get stuck in the moment ooh

Still high when I woke up in the morning

Eyes wide open but I can barely focus

Bad bitch, she gone bring a friend call it a bonus

She want me to never leave her, I told her that shit hopeless

Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea

Yea we locked in yea we focused

Just let it all out keep on going, keep on flowing

My heart so fucking cold I need some drank, go an pour it

Shit straight of the dome, can't tell us wrong

Don't write no fucking poets

Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea

Yea we keep on going

Fill this drank all up in my body it help me keep me going

We grind to fucking hard just to barely be noticed

But I'm up and down I'm left and right and I can't tell where I'm going