Bruised Hearts

- Da Baby

You don’t know the feeling in the car with a bottle of liquor.

A pistol, a lonely killer. Ain’t no love at the top, just a lonely nigga.

Ain’t no love at the bottom either. All these blood sucking leachers and bottom feeders.

All these sores on our feet cause we over stepping.

He just caught his first one, so you know he reppin’.

He just a lonely lonely baby. Peter Piper picked the pepper.

I pulled the stick out, hit him. Then I left him.

She pulled my dick out, hit her on the dresser.

We fucked my aggression out. She like a pretzel.

How I fold her up and put it in her. She fucking a lonely nigga that’s a killer.