Testo Purple Hearts - Kendrick Lamar feat. Summer Walker & Ghostface Killah

Testo della canzone Purple Hearts (Kendrick Lamar feat. Summer Walker & Ghostface Killah), tratta dall'album Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers

Mmm, tippy-toeing and I'm mud-walkin', hmm
Rollin' sevens, I ain't bred for no coffin
I know y'all love it when the drugs talkin', but
Shut the fuck up when you hear love talkin'
Shut the fuck up when you hear love talkin'
If God be the source then I am the plug talkin'
Yeah, baby, yeah, baby
Yeah, baby, yeah, baby
This my undisputed truth, uh-huh
My life is like forbidden fruit, my bitch know better than I do
A woman's worth, I barely went to church, I'd rather fast with you
Than fuck it up, fucking with skirts 'cause I'm rational
A nigga still gon' be a nigga, emoji heart, my family pictures
Two-steppin' away from rappers, I don't trust their true intentions
I'm not in the music business, I been in the human business
Whole life been social distant, hoes like when you're not trippin'
I duck the party, who said they saw me?
Crown on Bob Marley, wrist on Yo Gotti
They gon' judge yo' life for a couple likes on the double tap
Them hoes is sorry, they all get bodied
I bless it that you have an open heart, I bless that you forgive
I bless it that you can learn from a loss, I bless it that you heal
I bless one day that you attract somebody with your mind exact
A patient life, flaws, bless 'em twice, and they'll bless you back
Tippy-toeing and I'm mud-walkin', hmm
Rollin' sevens, I ain't bred for no coffin
I know y'all love it when the drugs talkin', but
Shut the fuck up when you hear love talkin'
Shut the fuck up when you hear love talkin'
If God be the source, then I am the plug talkin'
Yeah, baby, yeah, baby
Yeah, baby, yeah
(How's love) how's love when it's haunting your soul?
But my nigga left, his ass on the road
Gossiping 'bout some shit you don't know
Oh, you ho (yeah, yeah, yeah) fo' sho'
I hate it here, baby daddy still on my phone
I hate it here, asking if I been on the pole
I hate it here, if you keep lurking on the low
If you a fan, just let me know
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Now, if it's love, I deserve to get some head on a balcony sometimes, sometimes
And if I feel where your heart can be, you'll still be a part of me
I love my, love my (love my, love my)
Summer in the storm, I cannot conform
(I cannot conform, I cannot conform)
I just might love you still, just think I love me more
It ain't love if you gon' judge me for my past
No, it ain't love if you ain't never eat my ass
It ain't love if you just only tie me down because you seen me in my bag
That's why I'm anti-everyone before this mask
Mmm, tippy-toeing and I'm mud-walkin', hmm
Rollin' sevens, I ain't bred for no coffin
I know y'all love it when the drugs talkin', but
Shut the fuck up when you hear love talkin'
Shut the fuck up when you hear love talkin'
If God be the source, then I am the plug talkin'
Yeah, baby, yeah, baby
Yeah, baby, yeah
Yo, yo
Telekinesis, I'm purifying these D speeches
While I'm crying, I clean the feet of the sweet Jesus
Dreams, visions get blurry of the Elohim, it's light
It's known to tear retinas in a single gleam
Shut the fuck up when you hear His love talkin'
To the mind, it's God's cypher divine in a small portion, uh
Faded pictures, this global madness need intervention
This world's in The Twilight Zone, this is the fifth dimension
God, please blow the whistle, we need an intermission
My good deeds in front of your door, I'm standing by the entrance
With heavy baggage, my brother's ashes
I seen tragic, I did dirt, smacked death and held it to that nigga cabbage
Love, we killin' greed, we killin' homelessness
And I don't give a fuck about this land, I want ownership
Bow your head for just God's sake
Listen what the stars say when I say it's God's way
Tippy-toeing and I'm mud-walkin', hmm
Rollin' sevens, I ain't bred for no coffin
I know y'all love it when the drugs talkin', but
Shut the fuck up when you hear love talkin'
Shut the fuck up when you hear love talkin'
If God be the source, then I am the plug talkin'
Yeah, baby, yeah, baby
Yeah, baby, yeah, baby



Credits
Writer(s): Khalil Abdul-rahman, Dennis Coles, Mark Anthony Spears, Samuel Joseph Dew, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Jason Kevin Pounds, Anthony Tremaine Dixson, Johnny Kosich, Summer Marjani Walker, Matthew Schaeffer, Jacob James Kosich
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