Heart-Less

Listen when they tell him, I don't got no heart, that shit was facts, yeah

I don't feel the same without my strap, uh I might have to go and get it back, like hold

On I might have to go and get these racks, fuck

I done grown up, don't give no fuck, tell him like, taking a flick, get in the cut, like

Popping bottles, getting turnt up, can't wait till I'm 21

Gon' be up inside the club with a bottle and a blunt, like

I'm so far away from the sad boy I used to be

Working on myself so you can see a better me

Fixing all my flaws, even stop smoking on that weed

I still fill up my lungs with that flavored nicotine