Текст песни Wearing My Pain - XOV , Qasro

Wear my heart on my sleeve, oh
Everything's see through
Even all my people
You know we ain't equal

Think about it often
Wish it was me in the coffin
Young, lost and forgotten
But we ain't stopping

Life far from bonita
So sly, no visa
Black angels in the sky
Sick with the heater
Like I got fever
I am my brother's keeper

Wearing my pain like it's Gucci
Wearing my pain like it's gold
Wearing my pain like it's Gucci
A fair diamond chain around my soul

Turd on my jeans, white denims
Roll up like a Rolls-Royce venom
These streets, they poise with venom
I sеrved, I paid my penance

I swеar to God, I regret
I bury your rifles like secrets
Pray the Lord, your soul to keep
Won't cry but my pistol weep

And I, I don't know why you had to die
Everything's dark since you don't walk into the night
I keep you alive mind-to-mind
'Til it's my time to go

Wearing my pain like it's Gucci
Wearing my pain like it's gold
Wearing my pain like it's Gucci
A fair diamond chain around my soul

These fields are wrecked of poison roses
And she befools, yeah
We walk on snakes and fear to lose, yeah
Ohh-ohh-ohh

Wearing my pain like it's Gucci
Wearing my pain like it's gold
Wearing my pain like it's Gucci
A fair diamond chain around my soul