Mr. Mutha*****in’ eXquire - Paper Hearts (prod. by Dan Freeman) Lyrics
[Verse 1]Only God can judge me, he the only one who know meBut my little cousin, that’s the one and only Goldie(Goldie Glo(All we need is us, don’t need no money, need no hoes or drugsOr co-signs from these phony *****s, these suckers they can blow meNeed no introduction, I know everybody know meOn the low these niggas owe me cause nobody came before meSippin' OE through my gold teethOh my God I'm blowing up, these busters stunting like I suckThat's just a front to cover up the fact that they can't ***** with himAnd I be playing dumb, who gives a *****?But now I tell you what it's on site when I see youWhen you see me better knuckle upCause it's this one time, it ain't my fault I never learned to trustI loved you like I loved myself, it's just I don't love me enoughYou probably think I'm nuts, you're probably right, sometimes I'm wild as *****A pile of swisher bags, it wasn't my right to put my pens in youI'm just a young kid growing up who stumbled in and the lows are buffFrom nothing into something, in 6 months I should've slowed it upOverwhelmed, so I don't go out much or pick my mobile upI never been too social, [?], but Cody know what's upThrowing up [?] coconut, I had to give it upIt all became a crutch, plus it was leading into other stuffHarder stuff, mama called me ask me if I'm doing drugsWhilding on my niggas and they think they frame is really buffDon't blame my addiction for the days that I was missin'Don't you get too crazy for this thing that I'm emittingCum laude in her kitten, there's something you should nowI turn her on the dick then she turn me on the[Hook]Paper hearts don't fold like wallets doBaby girl you know I want youBreak it down now, pop it for the crewYeah, yeahPaper hearts don't fold like dollars doBaby girl you know I want youBreak it down now, pop it for the crewYeah, yeah[Interlude]What's a paper heart you may ask?Uhm, being a paper heart basically meansThat understand the fact that time is just an illusion[Verse 2]When I was young I had dreams of being a poetDreams of changing the world, although nobody would noticeI'm from where the ones with respect was gun totingEither you had your own or you was young and hopelessI wasn't the former, never quite the latterCould say I was a loner, my thoughts was always scatteredPreferred the sanctity of my own mindScenes I seen in my childhood would make a saint blindI seen niggas driven mad, he had so much promiseFree my nigga Benzo, shout my brother ThomasWe from where the penny truck close at 6 o'clockMommy called me out the window, she thought she heard some shotsI was at the barber getting lined upStaring at the posters, observing while they talkedJust another young nigga soaking game upTen push-ups in the morning pumped my frame upPracticing my ice grill, tinfoil frontsDropped out of high school when Jayo got locked upMy father moved to Florida, I just gave upDark phase of my past, I don't care to discussThat's when I found rap, well, rap found meAnd escaped from the madness that surrounded meWas banking on this dream ever since sixteenBack in building 154, apartment 4BThat's kings people shit[Hook]
