Текст песни Killing Me - DJ Khaled
This
shit′s
special
This
shit's
special
DJ
Khaled!
And
if
I
cry
two
tears
for
her
That
will
be
the
most
that
I
would
give
to
her
She
left
me
stranded
in
my
nightmares
Taking
pictures
of
my
memories
she
right
there
Twisting
on
the
blade
in
my
heart,
deep
Always
on
my
mind
so
I
can′t
sleep
She
used
to
tell
me
she
was
all
mine
Now
the
only
way
I
see
the
broad
is
online
I'm
doing
drugs
trying
to
feel
you
I'm
killing
me
trying
to
kill
you
I
built
my
whole
life
around
you
I
thought
I
found
it
all
when
I
found
her
Shopping
sprees
on
whatever
coast
How′d
you
really
feel,
I
may
never
know
And
as
I
ride
through
these
streets
With
my
hand
on
my
heat,
eyes
red
from
the
sweets,
I.
Realise,
some
things
never
change
Once
in
love
and
it′s
gone
you
don't
look
at
it
the
same
man
Fuck
love,
cause
she
don′t
live
here
I'm
soaked
in
blood
but
I′m
still
here
Hip
Hop
heartbreaks,
straight-laced,
deep
bass,
808s
plus
the
mixtapes
Got
a
nigga
feeling
like
I
up
and
left
ya
Get
away
now
you
all
in
the
lectures
Being
studied
by
the
college's
professors
Now
I
regret
the
day
I
met
ya
I′ll
be
the
first
one
to
say
it
She
ain't
the
one
you
want
to
play
with
I
fucked
Hip
Hop
And
if
I
cry
two
tears
for
her
That
would
be
the
most
that
I
can
give
to
her
I
am
Joseph,
Darryl,
Jason,
Dr
Dre,
O'Shea
And
a
host
of
those
who
passed
away
Today
I′m
Drake,
I′m
Wayne,
2 Chainz
You
say
you
wanna
rap,
to
this
bitch
you
must
commit
Then
you're
a
slave
to
your
grave,
you
won′t
get
out,
you
cannot
quit
She
menstruates
weekly,
her
Vibe
covers
keep
you
warm
But
the
Source
to
her
heart
is
love,
word
up,
right
on
You
know
how
girls
are,
she
love
when
you
licking
on
her
World
Star
Kissing
on
her
belly,
trick
on
her
and
onyx
Confused
fans
think
that
she
illuminates
demonic
But
she's
the
object
of
my
affections,
God′s
essence,
God
bless
her
She
bought
me
Bentleys,
Breitlings,
made
some
friends
resent
me
For
writing
about
my
life,
they
thought
I
should
have
stayed
quiet
She
took
me
to
places
I
would
have
never
saw
without
her
And
she
took
me
from
my
girl
powder
I
doubt
I'll
ever
be
the
same,
hallowed
be
thy
name
Give
me
strength
so
I
don′t
do
this
dame
like
Orenthal
James
Brad
warned
me
while
driving
this
auburn
Ferrari
Never
follow
in
her
games,
I
fuck
around
and
I'll
be
sorry
But
I
tried
her,
used
to
ride
her,
for
dollars
not
the
fame
She
slowed
me
down
and
had
me
guzzling
on
cups
of
lean
She's
a
middle-aged
cougar,
showing
young′uns
the
dream
Notice
she
wasn′t
breathing
for
a
second
then
I
screamed
"She's
dead!",
and
everybody
took
it
out
on
Nasty
I
was
just
looking
out
for
my
music
family
Wasn′t
trying
to
claim
her
to
myself,
she's
yours
You
can
have
her
she′s
a
muthafucking
whore
I
fuck
Hip
Hop
And
if
I
cry
two
tears
for
her
That
will
be
the
most
that
I
would
give
to
her
1 Intro
2 Intro
3 All I Do Is Win
4 All I Do Is Win
5 Put Your Hands Up (Instrumental)
6 Rep My City
7 Rep My City
8 On My Way
9 On My Way
10 On My Way
11 Bring the Money Out
12 Bringing Real Rap Back
13 Bringing Real Rap Back
14 Killing Me
15 Killing Me
16 Rockin All My Chains On
17 Rockin All My Chains On
18 Ball
19 Ball
20 Victory
21 Victory
22 Fed Up
23 Fed Up
24 Fed Up
25 Put Your Hands Up
26 Put Your Hands Up
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