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letra de heart off my sleeve - tray sold

intro:
yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
all that type of sh-t, all that
all that type of sh-t man
yeah
all kind of sh-t going through a n-gga head like
i don’t even know how to cop
i don’t even know how to cop
look, yeah, look

chorus:
i just need a second to breathe (come on)
my n-gga, i ain’t even get a chance to grieve (come on)
don’t get attached to none of these hoes cause all of ‘em known to leave
heart too cold, had to take my sh-t off my sleeve (yea)
heart too cold, had to take my sh-t off my sleeve (yea)

verse:
30 degrees outside, it matches my body, my heart is too cold (yea)
knowing that he ain’t gone ride cause when it gon’ rumble, that n-gga gone fold (oh no)
f-cked up bout that sh-t right now, but i’ll get it back on my soul (oh my)
f-cked up bout that sh-t right now, but i’ll get it back on my soul (oh my)
40k at the end of the night
fadeaways, bout to shoot em like mike (oh my)
know that i haven’t been living right
but f-ck it, i’m gone be alright (alright)
and lately, i’m sleeping with automatic choppas by the bed
don’t know what’s in my head
really, we can go a couple ways
you gotta tell me how to play
so used to being all alone
drill time, n-gga, hide the phone
you gotta tell me, oh
chorus:
i just need a second to breathe
my n-gga, i ain’t even get a chance to grieve
don’t get attached to none of these hoes cause all of ‘em known to leave
heart too cold, had to take my sh-t off my sleeve (yea)
heart too cold, had to take my sh-t off my sleeve (oh yea)

outro:
f-ck that sh-t, f-cked up about it
just gotta look under my sleeve
thinking i’m done, thinking i’m done
i gotta look under my sleeve
you know
look
you know
look, look
i just need a second to

- tray sold

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