paroles de chanson Pouring out My Heart - Mook
I′m
tired
of
pouring
out
my
heart
and
they
don't
feel
it
I′m
tired
of
pouring
out
my
heart
and
they
don't
feel
it
I'm
tired
of
riding
with
these
niggas
who
ain′t
with
it
I′ve
been
on
the
road,
I've
been
in-and-out
the
city
I′ll
be
getting
money,
'Til
the
Feds
come
and
get
me
Gotta
watch
my
back,
Know
them
niggas
trying
to
get
me
I
see
it
in
their
face′,
I
got
bands
in
the
safe
Stars
in
the
roof,
South
Beach
in
the
Wraith
Hit
the
strip
club,
Throwing
money
in
their
face'
I
used
to
be
broke,
I
get
money
everyday
Mama
used
to
cry,
Now
she
see
me
getting
paid
I
used
to
be
cool
with
them
niggas
Throwing
shade
Now,
They
wanna
see
me
down
by
sleeping
in
the
grave
Money′s
all
I
know,
Ain't
too
much
for
me
to
say
I'm-a
end
′em
down,
These
niggas
gon′
pay
today
I'm
still
putting
on
for
niggas
that
made
′Em
wait
Whenever
you
hear
the
song,
Don't
tell
me
I
didn′t
say
Tell
me
where
can
I
start
This
shit
come
For
the
heart
Bad
bitches
on
my
line,
Trying
to
give
me
the
pop
Nigga,
shout
out
to
pops,
Ain't
no
more
ducking
the
cops
Had
to
take
another
route,
I
can′t
rock
with
the
ops
Niggas
used
to
laugh
at
me,
Now
can't
wait
'til
I
drop
Bitches
used
to
try
to
Flex,
now
they′
giving
me
top
Only
do
it
for
my
niggas,
R.
I.
P.
To
the
Knock
Catch
me
in
that
drop-top,
Pro′ly
me
and
Lil
Knock
Whenever
that
tape
drop,
Hit
the
dealer
and
cop
Whenever
I
get
the
money,
I'm-a
buy
me
a
house
Mama
used
to
kick
me
out,
Had
to
sleep
on
the
couch
Niggas
never
gave
me
nothing,
But
be
runnin′
they're
mouth
Had
to
cut
some
friends
off,
We
knew
niggas
was
soft
Now,
I′m
smoking
on
this
gas
with
this
bitch
in
the
loft
Had
to
cut
some
Friends
off,
we
knew
niggas
was
soft
Now,
I'm
smoking
on
this
gas
with
this
bitch
in
the
loft
Coughing
in
Background
I′m
tired
of
pouring
out
my
heart
and
they
don't
feel
it
I'm
tired
of
riding
with
these
niggas
who
ain′t
with
it
I′ve
been
on
The
road,
I've
been
in-and-out
the
city
I′ll
be
getting
money,
'Til
the
Feds
come
and
get
me
Gotta
watch
my
back,
Know
them
niggas
trying
to
get
me
I
see
it
in
their
face′,
I
got
bands
in
the
safe
Stars
in
the
roof,
South
Beach
in
the
Wraith
Hit
the
strip
club,
Throwing
money
in
their
face'
Top
down
through
the
city
Last
week,
Another
nigga
try
to
get
me
I
was
down
bad,
Came
up
and
now
they
hit
me
Switch
the
flow
up,
whoa,
whoa,
I
need
a
milli′
Go
and
get
a
bag,
Hit
the
beef
and
try
to
feel
it
Really
try
to
get
it,
These
niggas
be
in
they'
feelings
I'm-a
keep
it
cool
like
a
fan
That′s
on
the
ceilings
Playing
with
the
bands,
The
man
that′s
in
the
building
I'm-a
keep
it
going,
This
music
gon′
make
a
living
All
these
fuck
niggas
gon'
turn
me
into
A
villain
Got
my
cash
right
and
now,
I
need
help
to
count
it
Say
that
you
gon′
ride,
but,
nigga,
You
ain't
about
it
Pull
up
in
that
coupe,
′Cause
niggas
gon'
try
to
stop
me
And
I
drop
a
song,
These
niggas
gon'
try
to
copy
They
say
that
I′m
on
′cause
lately,
I've
been
a
topic
You
would
never
see
me
unless
it′s
about
a
profit
I'm
tired
of
pouring
out
my
heart
and
they
don′t
feel
it
I'm
tired
of
Riding
with
these
niggas
who
ain′t
with
it
I've
been
on
the
road,
I've
been
in-and-out
the
city
I′ll
be
getting
money,
′Til
the
Feds
come
and
get
me
Gotta
watch
my
back,
Know
them
niggas
trying
to
get
me
I
see
it
in
their
face',
I
got
bands
in
the
safe
Stars
in
the
roof,
South
Beach
in
the
Wraith
Hit
the
strip
club,
Throwing
money
in
their
face′
I
used
to
be
broke,
I
get
money
everyday
Mama
used
to
cry,
Now
she
see
me
getting
paid
I
used
to
be
cool
with
them
niggas
Throwing
shade
Now,
They
wanna
see
me
down
by
sleeping
in
the
grave
Money's
all
I
know,
Ain′t
too
much
for
me
to
say
I'm-a
end
′em
down,
These
niggas
gon'
pay
today
I'm
still
putting
on
for
niggas
that
made
′Em
wait
Whenever
you
hear
the
song,
Don′t
tell
me
I
didn't
say
I′m
tired
of
Pouring
out
my
heart
and
they
don't
feel
it
1 The Storm Intro
2 May 18th the Ballad
3 Ballin' Now
4 To the Dome
5 Pouring out My Heart
6 Goddamn
7 Keep It Real
8 All These Bands
9 Nobody
10 Boondocks
11 Is You Down
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