Testo Give Me My Heart Back - Masked Wolf feat. Lecrae
Testo della canzone Give Me My Heart Back (Masked Wolf feat. Lecrae), tratta dall'album The Devil Wears Prada but God Wears Gucci
Give me my heart back
I need you to stop playin' these games with me
Playin' these games, games, games
Give me my soul back
I've wasted time, you don't get that for free
Get that or free
Empty hole in my chest
You took that were no regrets, yes (Yes)
I expect nonetheles
But can I just suggest why (Why)
You should watch your steps
It's like you move with a little bit of prep (Alright)
Like you know what's comin' 'round next (Alright)
Like you tryna play with my temp— (Uh)
—tation, I might need a vacation
Say patience is a virtue, but I'm impatiently waitin' (That's facts)
Tick-tock, and the clock goes, here the snot-nose
See it from afar like a pothole
See, we fell apart, and we crumbled
Now, you lost control, like you fumbled, and that's facts
(Give me my heart back)
(I need you to stop playin' these games with me)
Stop playin' these games, stop playin' these games, uh-huh
(Playin' these games with me)
Stop playin' these games, stop playin' these games, alright
Okay, this version of me that you see on IG
Could've never been if I was wit' you (Woo)
I just knew He was perfect, I thought we was worth it
But now I see you as the issue (True)
I was strugglin', and that's a fact (That's a fact)
Now I'm up and you say I'm a snack (Huh)
I been workin' and prayin', you just twerkin' and playin'
My heart, yeah, I needed that back (Wow)
Let's be honest, you wasn't with me shootin' in the gym
Now you shootin' at the rim but you never make it in (Wow)
And, anyways, I'm someone else's him, so I wrote this lil' hymn
Work out to it in the gym (Real lives)
(Give me my heart back)
(I need you to stop playin' these games with me)
Stop playin' these games, stop playin' these games, uh-huh
(Playin' these games with me)
Stop playin' these games, stop playin' these games, ayy
On the line, she go, "Text me where you at," (Uh-huh)
See, girl, I ain't no boomerang, you ain't never gon' get me back
You fooled me once, you didn't learn from it
Fooled me twice, I hurt again
Three times the charm, feelin' that I'll never be burned again
Uh, water it down, let's get to the roots (Woah)
Tried to discuss, you sit and refuse (Woah)
Say I'm the spark, want me in the dark
Then change your mind and put out the fuse (Mm)
Confused, you are, ah, yeah, like usual
Don't know who's at fault, look in the mirror like who to call
Got no friends on the line, ring, ring (Brrt)
You all about dimes, ching, ching
You know when the fat lady says it then it's over, sing, sing
We ain't gon' regroup, like scrimmage, no back-and-forth, like tennis
Black and white, the lines ain't show
'Cause me and you, we finished (Bye, bye)
(Give me my heart back)
(I need you to stop playin' these games with me)
Stop playin' these games, stop playin' these games, uh-huh
(Playin' these games with me)
Stop playin' these games, stop playin' these games, ayy
(Give me my soul back)
(I've wasted time, you don't get that for free)
Stop playin' these games, stop playin' these games, uh-huh
Stop playin' these games, stop playin' these games, ayy
Credits
Writer(s): Lecrae Moore, Tyron Takaha Hapi, Harry Michael
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