Kojaque—Heartbreak

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Hello?
Yeah, yeah, where you after goin’, man? I saw you gone out the door
Man, you’re gonna miss the countdown
Yeah, no
Yeah, no, they’re doin’ the countdown
It’s hittin’ twelve now like
Are you on the phone?
She’s with you now?
Buddy, would you come back to us?
Eh?
Other life, other life
Other life

Heart break
Heart of the city, I’m feelin’ nauseous, off it
Caution left for the wind’s interest
Reckless
Recluse lеft to my own vices
Nightlife star at your image through my еyelids, wildin’
Been reflectin’ on my lifestyle
Focus, been tough graspin’ as my profile’s growin’
Say more money comes more problems
But all I got’s the latter and fucked if I’m gonna solve ’em
Movin’, keep them feet on the damn pavement
Path less travelled’s the only one worth takin’
Naked, lay my heart for entertainment
Like are you not amused?
Been singin’ and gainin’ weight kid

Let this fat boy sing
Let this fat boy sing
Let this fat boy sing, ah
Let this fat boy sing
Something that I wanna tell ya
(Let this fat boy sing, oh)
Something that I gotta tell ya
(Let this fat boy sing, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Something I don’t wanna tell ya
(Let this fat boy sing)
But I don’t got the heart to tell ya
(Alright, so what you want then?)

Wanna stack loot, cop guap now
Want a black coupe with the top down
Wanna be a little bit taller
Little bit baller
Lil Love Lockdown
Checkpoint, Ye in the Beamer
Burnout, squeal like Tina (Skrrt)
Boy like deer in the headlights
Gas ’em, dead right, wouldn’t wanna be ya
Crash my whip with a taxi
Feds on foot can’t catch me
Legs on, legs on point
Left my joint rolled up in the back seat
Hope my ma don’t see me (Nope)
Locked up singin’ like Stevie
Wonder when my name’ll be dependant on the TV
Like my mammy always told me
«What you runnin’ from?
Tell me who it is
I’ma gut ’em up the tummy if they fuckin’ with my kid
Show ’em to me on the road
I’ma fuck ’em with a fist
Little worm gonna squirm
In the belly of the fish»
Belly full of lies
Why you talkin’ shit?
Like a dog with a bone
That’s a dog I gotta fix
Somebody gotta go
Somebody gotta give
Sat up in the dark cast shadows off a spliff
Wreak havoc on my soul
Full of doublethink
Bird circlin’ the bones
Pickin’ meat up off the bits
Pump venom in the veins of a city full of kids
City full of fuck ups
City smell of piss
I been lyin’ to myself, smash mirrors into bits
Tryna pay dues? Man, I’m tryna get rich
Tryna run from my dealer, and my demons, and my bitch
What a day to die
Same shit, different wrist

Santy sack with the hacksaw
Hats off, black Glock shoot your hat off
Last thought, last word, last laugh, huh?
Slack-jawed, wide-eyed, head blast off
Sky-high, NASA
Like NASCAR
Body tumble on the black tar
Nobody seen nothin’ if they ask ya
Nobody seen nothin’ if they ask ya
Nobody seen nothin’ if they ask ya
Nobody seen nothin’ if they ask ya