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letra de heartstrings - slvck

(verse 1: medu$a)
down for the month, i’ma smoke for the week
say i don’t know her, it’s true, she a freak
smokin’ her love, sh-t get me high
tryna get geeked, od, might tweak
on her cherry pie
and i’m poppin pills
open her door, and i slide through the hills
amg when i pick her up
murder she wrote, those looks can k!ll
break my heart, you could step on it too
babe f-ck it up
hurt me and help me run it up
keep you around cause i’m comin’ up
show ‘em taillights with the tank on e
2wasted, got the dank on mе
go psycho when i roll with the mob
josh made a bеt, you could bank on me
no cap, no cap, no cap
f-ck the world do it with no cap
i be closin’ my eyes when i f-ck these b-tches
wish it was you but you don’t know that
no cap, no cap, no cap
f-ck the world do it with no cap
i be closin’ my eyes when i f-ck these b-tches
wish it was you but you don’t know that
it’s been in my cards, play my hand right
but i really hope you don’t fold me
cast your spell, got a hold on me
live your life don’t hold on me
cause you got me in the back of your pocket
when it gets hard just hold on me
inside my arms, i’ll keep you warm
even if ya heart go cold on me
yea
(verse 2: 2wa$ted)
i get high to pass the day
but i still get stuck in time
it’s kinda hard to be okay
when you still got stuff inside
just know that there’s always a way
don’t play these games you ain’t gotta hide
feel that pressure blow that smoke
gotta find a way to still get high
love her vibe
but i f-ck with her tone
yeah shawty so bad i can’t leave you alone
she asked me why
when she banged my line
cause shawty so bad and she don’t trust a soul
i told em why they can’t f-ck with me
heartbreak gang but i found my st–ze
smoke 2 blunts and they filled with runtz
got me dropped down baby i’m on my knees

(verse 3: mob)
sippin’ my malibu
losin’ my balance
baby not livin no lavish
livin is tragic
tryna get active
baby you know it’s gon happen
doing my best to work with this sadness
all i need is a matchstick
pull out the weed and we matched it
smokin’ my blunt with a bad b-tch
takin’ these blunts to the face
i be numb to the pain
all gas no brakes
rolling dutches in bunches
can’t f-ck with you
it’s not up to discussion
leavin’ the function
can’t even function
takin’ these drugs in abundance
know that you want it
can’t even front it
m-o-b know he be stuntin

- slvck

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