Songtext zu 'Purple Hearts (feat. Kendrick Lamar & Summer Walker)' von Ghostface Killah

Tippy-toein' and I'm up walkin'
Rollin' sevens, I ain't ready 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, fuckin' 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 intеntions
I'm not in the music business, I been in the human businеss
Whole life been social distant, hoes like: When you not trippin'?

I duck the party, who said they saw me?
Crown on Bob Marley, wrist on Yo Gotti
They gon' judge your 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-toein' and I'm up walkin'
Rollin' sevens, I ain't ready 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 heart to your soul?
But my nigga left, his ass on the road
Gossipin' 'bout some shit you don't know
Oh, you hoe (yeah, yeah, yeah, fasho)

I hate it here, baby daddy still on my phone
I hate it here, askin' if I been on the pole
I hate it here, if you keep lurkin' 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 mine, love mine (love mine, love mine)
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

Tippy-toein' and I'm up walkin'
Rollin' sevens, I ain't ready 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 purifyin' these D speeches
While I'm cryin', 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, the 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 standin' 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-toein' and I'm up walkin'
Rollin' sevens, I ain't ready 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