Dilliano Suavé - HEARTACHE Lyrics

Who's at fault? Who said what?
Dead men walk, Dead men talk
Late night walk take the long way home
Ain't my block that's the wrong way home
Bruised and scarred in a room in the dark
Nose bleed deep in a Pool with the sharks
Eve bite the apple that's food for thought
Me try rappin' yeah, who woulda' thought?
Young nigga love incidentals
Young nigga lil sentimental
Young nigga still smokin' indo'
Young niggas still fit description
Young nigga no pot to piss in
Unfiltered But forgot to mention
The type of nigga you could get to
All ears type of nigga you could vent to
Not right for ya time
Or divine intervention
But Nine out of ten
Still the one on ya mental
Same one prolly' send you half when the rent due
Same one gotta' blow your back never gentle
Same hoes round me getting smack of a benzo'
The pack or the pen
You was mad in defense
I just had to
Pop out three times
With a bitch that was two tone
Big bowed ya' nigga in the pit
Now he blue nose
Who knows the strides
When you caught in the riptide
Fleetwood's a vibe
When caught in a Landslide
Vampire, she rip my heart
Now it's pan fried
These tan eyes get harder
To keep Open on xan' highs
Pretty hoes
Still finessin' the wardrobe
Depending on how goes get her less or more clothes
Got perfect aim hit the brain, neck, or torso
The red dot aim spelling death in Morse code
The rest is more so
Just the lesson forgone
The rest you forebode
And bless your pour soul
Big steppin' like the feet on LeBron
Lil shawty' feet done pink like she legally blonde
She let me p . o .p like I'm legally blind
Been steppin' wit iron you a wrinkle in time
Said she already leavin'
You ain't even say by
Gon' make me beg on knees
For a Piece of the pie,
Said she already leavin'
You ain't even say by
Gon' make me beg on knees
For a Piece of the pie
Bitch
Dime a dozen
Like your mama, auntie, cousin
(yeah)
Pop up, see shit bubblin'
Drop top, leave the Cullinan
If This what it feel like falling
If this what it feel like falling
Meet me at the bottom darling
Meet me at the bottom
Who's at fault? Who said what?
Dead men walk, Dead men talk
Late night walk take the long way home
Ain't my block that's the wrong way home
Bruised and scarred in a room in the dark
Nose bleed deep in a Pool with the sharks
Eve bite the apple that's food for thought
Me try rappin' yeah, who woulda' thought?
Who'd a thought, Who'd a thought?
(Yeah)
Who'd a thought, Who'd a thought?
(Yeah)
Who'd a thought, Who'd a thought?
(Yeah)