| Only God can judge me, he the only one who know me
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| But my little cousin, that’s the one and only Goldie
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| (Goldie Glo)
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| All we need is us, don’t need no money, need no hoes or drugs
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| Or co-signs from these phony fucks, these suckers they can blow me
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| Need no introduction, I know everybody know me
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| On the low these niggas owe me cause nobody came before me
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| Sippin' OE through my gold teeth
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| Oh my God I’m blowing up, these busters stunting like I suck
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| That’s just a front to cover up the fact that they can’t fuck with him
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| And I be playing dumb, who gives a fuck?
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| But now I tell you what it’s on site when I see you
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| When you see me better knuckle up
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| Cause it’s this one time, it ain’t my fault I never learned to trust
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| I loved you like I loved myself, it’s just I don’t love me enough
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| You probably think I’m nuts, you’re probably right, sometimes I’m wild as fuck
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| A pile of swisher bags, it wasn’t my right to put my pens in you
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| I’m just a young kid growing up who stumbled in and the lows are buff
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| From nothing into something, in 6 months I should’ve slowed it up
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| Overwhelmed, so I don’t go out much or pick my mobile up
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| I never been too social,, but Cody know what’s up
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| Throwing up from Georgi Coconut, I had to give it up
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| It all became a crutch, plus it was leading into other stuff
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| Harder stuff, mama called me ask me if I’m doing drugs
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| Whilding on my niggas and they think they frame is really buff
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| Don’t blame my addiction for the days that I was missin'
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| Don’t you get too crazy for this thing that I’m emitting
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| Cum laude in her kitten, there’s something you should now
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| I turn her on the dick then she turn me on the
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| Paper hearts don’t fold like wallets do
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| Baby girl you know I want you
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| Break it down now, pop it for the crew
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Paper hearts don’t fold like dollars do
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| Baby girl you know I want you
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| Break it down now, pop it for the crew
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| Yeah, yeah
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| What’s a paper heart you may ask?
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| Uhm, being a paper heart basically means
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| That understand the fact that time is just an illusion
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| When I was young I had dreams of being a poet
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| Dreams of changing the world, although nobody would notice
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| I’m from where the ones with respect was gun toting
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| Either you had your own or you was young and hopeless
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| I wasn’t the former, never quite the latter
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| Could say I was a loner, my thoughts was always scattered
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| Preferred the sanctity of my own mind
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| Scenes I seen in my childhood would make a saint blind
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| I seen niggas driven mad, he had so much promise
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| Free my nigga Benzo, shout my brother Thomas
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| We from where the penny truck close at 6 o’clock
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| Mommy called me out the window, she thought she heard some shots
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| I was at the barber getting lined up
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| Staring at the posters, observing while they talked
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| Just another young nigga soaking game up
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| Ten push-ups in the morning pumped my frame up
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| Practicing my ice grill, tinfoil fronts
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| Dropped out of high school when Jayo got locked up
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| My father moved to Florida, I just gave up
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| Dark phase of my past, I don’t care to discuss
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| That’s when I found rap, well, rap found me
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| And escaped from the madness that surrounded me
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| Was banking on this dream ever since sixteen
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| Back in building 154, apartment 4B
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| That’s kings people shit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Paper Hearts , by - Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire. Song from the album Kismet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп