Hey, this is Taylor from FWDthinkers
It's ya boy Keem DelaKreme
This is Isaiah and you're listening to Hurting by Jay Browne
On 1(800)813-4vr Deluxe
You gotta hear this in car
Daedae is a demon so you know this shìt go
Dummy
J-A-Y
Moving them P's
We gotta duck the police
He got it straight out the streets
Down on my D
Had to get back on my feet
Grind that back up in a week
On the south side and he all alone
He standing outside trapping on the phone
F*cking with me
I put your on face on the tee
My momma praying for peace
Trauma increase
This shit is not for the weak
Shit done turned me to a beast
On the southside and he all alone
He standing outside trapping on the phone
I never fold and matter fact I never told
Lord have mercy on my soul
Still f*ck the jakes never get rest or break
I gotta manage the loads
Plotting on me all the grudges I peep I keep a close eye on my foes
You gotta Keep ya head on swivel nigga
They been tryna run off ya the road
They'll never take mines take time
Make time shit on dnd missed the FaceTime
Gave my heart the drum and bassline
Say they love you but they really hate na
Yeah that's life it's a bitch
Kids deprived of innocence
If you lie on my name then you gone lie in a ditch with or without this shit is never in doubt
Who can survive in a drought
I had bury feelings and bury loved ones
I gotta fake it for now
That's why heart turned ice cold
I'm on the edge stay on my toes
Cuz they'll do anything for a Rollie plain they ain't even got flight clothes
Moving them P's
We gotta duck the police
He got it straight out the streets
Down on my D
Had to get back on my feet
Grind that back up in a week
On the south side and he all alone
He standing outside trapping on the phone
F*cking with me
I put your on face on the tee
My momma praying for peace
Trauma increase
This shit is not for the weak
Shit done turned me to a beast
On the southside and he all alone
He standing outside trapping on the phone
Moving them ps
Police
He got it straight the straights
Down on my d
Jay Browne - Hurting Lyrics
Jay Browne - Hurting Lyrics
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Hey, this is Taylor from FWDthinkers
It's ya boy Keem DelaKreme
This is Isaiah and you're listening to Hurting by Jay Browne
On 1(800)813-4vr Deluxe
You gotta hear this in car
Daedae is a demon so you know this shìt go
Dummy
J-A-Y
Moving them P's
We gotta duck the police
He got it straight out the streets
Down on my D
Had to get back on my feet
Grind that back up in a week
On the south side and he all alone
He standing outside trapping on the phone
F*cking with me
I put your on face on the tee
My momma praying for peace
Trauma increase
This shit is not for the weak
Shit done turned me to a beast
On the southside and he all alone
He standing outside trapping on the phone
I never fold and matter fact I never told
Lord have mercy on my soul
Still f*ck the jakes never get rest or break
I gotta manage the loads
Plotting on me all the grudges I peep I keep a close eye on my foes
You gotta Keep ya head on swivel nigga
They been tryna run off ya the road
They'll never take mines take time
Make time shit on dnd missed the FaceTime
Gave my heart the drum and bassline
Say they love you but they really hate na
Yeah that's life it's a bitch
Kids deprived of innocence
If you lie on my name then you gone lie in a ditch with or without this shit is never in doubt
Who can survive in a drought
I had bury feelings and bury loved ones
I gotta fake it for now
That's why heart turned ice cold
I'm on the edge stay on my toes
Cuz they'll do anything for a Rollie plain they ain't even got flight clothes
Moving them P's
We gotta duck the police
He got it straight out the streets
Down on my D
Had to get back on my feet
Grind that back up in a week
On the south side and he all alone
He standing outside trapping on the phone
F*cking with me
I put your on face on the tee
My momma praying for peace
Trauma increase
This shit is not for the weak
Shit done turned me to a beast
On the southside and he all alone
He standing outside trapping on the phone
Moving them ps
Police
He got it straight the straights
Down on my d
It's ya boy Keem DelaKreme
This is Isaiah and you're listening to Hurting by Jay Browne
On 1(800)813-4vr Deluxe
You gotta hear this in car
Daedae is a demon so you know this shìt go
Dummy
J-A-Y
Moving them P's
We gotta duck the police
He got it straight out the streets
Down on my D
Had to get back on my feet
Grind that back up in a week
On the south side and he all alone
He standing outside trapping on the phone
F*cking with me
I put your on face on the tee
My momma praying for peace
Trauma increase
This shit is not for the weak
Shit done turned me to a beast
On the southside and he all alone
He standing outside trapping on the phone
I never fold and matter fact I never told
Lord have mercy on my soul
Still f*ck the jakes never get rest or break
I gotta manage the loads
Plotting on me all the grudges I peep I keep a close eye on my foes
You gotta Keep ya head on swivel nigga
They been tryna run off ya the road
They'll never take mines take time
Make time shit on dnd missed the FaceTime
Gave my heart the drum and bassline
Say they love you but they really hate na
Yeah that's life it's a bitch
Kids deprived of innocence
If you lie on my name then you gone lie in a ditch with or without this shit is never in doubt
Who can survive in a drought
I had bury feelings and bury loved ones
I gotta fake it for now
That's why heart turned ice cold
I'm on the edge stay on my toes
Cuz they'll do anything for a Rollie plain they ain't even got flight clothes
Moving them P's
We gotta duck the police
He got it straight out the streets
Down on my D
Had to get back on my feet
Grind that back up in a week
On the south side and he all alone
He standing outside trapping on the phone
F*cking with me
I put your on face on the tee
My momma praying for peace
Trauma increase
This shit is not for the weak
Shit done turned me to a beast
On the southside and he all alone
He standing outside trapping on the phone
Moving them ps
Police
He got it straight the straights
Down on my d
Writer: Jesse Browne
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid