Lyrics Borough Baby - Tae HD

You ever got your heart broken
Then had to go to work
We had to get it out the mud
Fight through the storm
Get it out the dirt
Living like I'm 40
But I'm 20
Got me living in reverse
His heart don't even beat that way
Pussy I see it through his shirt
I got a heart of steal
I'll never trip off a deal
I don't just jump to the next girl
I use some time heal
We turning the tables
We don't really need a label
They playing games like fable
Watching the news
Cause we ain't have cable
4 AM and we got shit jumping
We don't need reason
We turn up for nothing
Married to music
The music I'm cuffing
My shit hot
Like it came out the oven
She like surprises
I sent a dozen
She love the flowers
She want all my loving
I got her roses that shit ain't nothing
Promise to god I'm still not cuffing
Before I love it's gon take time
I got a whole lot of pride
You gotta kill me to break mine
I don't believe in it
But they be telling me
I gotta fuck with the same sign
Astrology more like mythology
Oh You believe it okay fine

Might make it one day momma
Might see you one day granny
Watching moesha sipping brandy
Then go billy mandy
My thoughts is artsy fartsy
No need gas me
I'm also social sassy
Please don't at me
And I got a heart of steel
She want me to say
I loved her after I fucked her
She got a heart still
Regardless how u feel
She said pretend
Its just a drill
I was born a slave
imma die a legend
At my funeral
Dmx Gon be the reverend
Cause it was dark
And hell was hot
Woke up felt I missed my slot
I want to share how can I not
Nobody want these drugs I got
Wait a minute
Let me change the plot
As the barrel of the pistol cock
These thoughts
That you wish you got
From high hopes
To a down slope
Look your path is cemented
Now its back to being cold
The window to your soul is tinted
But it's cool
if you know who in it
Egyptian pyramids
Where the kid
Spirit is hid
Where it's forbid
But shit I still slid
Forget cursive
It's specific hieroglyphics
Close to basquiat
Painting at exhibits
Truly monolithic
With the writing on the walls
Shit I fit the description
A borough baby peak is a prison
My mind is a prism
My third eye twitching