Killer Heart

[Intro]
Sammarco

[Verse]
Ever loved and hated a prick at the same time?
Hate his guts, but screamin', "I-O-I" at the same time?
Out with bro's all night, yeah, too busy doin' up beige lines
Seven step out next day, but he's pullin' up five, six, eight, nine
Like, I ain't been ready since day time
Hold up, wait
Let me get this straight
Sweet one, crème Brûlée, so I can't make you stay
And how you gon' make me wait?
You let the bullshit just get in the way
I'm really the pеrfect catch
If he wrote a charactеr, traits on the paper then we'd be the perfect match
I take it back, you're not deservin' that
You've got my hurt and I think that you know when you're hurtin' that
The nerve and that
Missin' my calls and not hittin' me back
Textin' me bullshit, you're full up of nothin', but crap
I listened to sunshine, I've heard all that
It sounds good and baby, I hear all that
But you're talkin' shit, catch an earful back
I'm holdin' these tears all back
You raise my blood pressure up to the max
Ten minutes later, it's circle and flat
My heart gets a voice in itself in the back of my head like that bridge, gotta burn all that
If you couldn't earn that kid then you've gotta learn that kid
Somewhere on the way, must've missed
I think that you must've not caught the lessons in it
I think he didn't see all the blessings in it
And the truth is, you should get to steppin' with it
He still wears a Nike Tech, it's tekky with him
You need a nigga that's better than him
If I was you, I'd put berretta's to skin
Smoke him-smoke him
If you can't have him, nobody can't have him, no jokin'
Then it all resonates that you don't even care how I'm copin', it's a joke ting
Then my heart jump back and said, "Yeah, as I was sayin', go and cut me wide open"
I want a new body up in that ocean
I like the one that curls up like TA lotion
He upped his game, he deserves a promotion
I said, "Yeah, you're just full of emotions"
It's all mad when we go through the motions, but I think we should give it time
She said, "Stop there, let me tell you 'bout time"
You're way too invested, you've been givin' time
Two thousand days, but we're not countin' and some of those days, didn't count prison time
Then he switched it, ha-ha-had a few kids, bla-bla-blamed it on distance
And let me tell you 'bout distance
He didn't care about that shit when he wanted contraband bought to the prison
Says you're an artist that don't get the picture
And let me tell you 'bout pictures
He's all in the mix up and posin' for family pictures, so glitches
I can just see this shit endin' in stitches
I'm tryna put this lil' boy on my hitlist
I probably miss him, oh, yeah, I admit it
Fuck his position, I'll find where to fill it
This isn't Netflix, so why are we chillin'?
I'll probably catch that lil' nigga in linen
He's away swimmin' in different women
Wait, let me chill, you look only in fillings
I said, "You're for real baby girl, let me bill it"
Get my Nike gown, turn the lights down
Need to think with the left side of mind where all of the mess might align