Текст песни Broken Hearts - TBN Zahmir

Mmmmmm
TBN GANG GANG
Yeah

Changed faster than flash
Never did me good
I got stabbed
In my back
All i wanted was some true friends
That's too much to ask
Everybody ain't your friend
They around for the bag

Look

Broken Hearts
Open Wounds
Broken Hearts
Open Wounds

I'm hurting
And you can see it in my eyes
Can't escape my life
So i walk away with pride
Ain't no more good days
Yeah i wonder why
What happened to my friends

Can you stay loyal
I been through so much
Wipe the tears
Out my eyes
Its falling in my cup
Ion want any friends
You changed when we up
Uh
You changed when we up
I would have bled for you
But you hated my guts
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Ohhhhhh
Yeah
I remember all them times
I would have cried for you
Now you tryna leave
I would've died for you
You had a place in my heart
Now you tore up my heart

Yeah you tore up my heart
And you pushed me off the edge
You wanted to leave me dead
Yeah Yeah Uh

Believe me
I asked for a different route
When i heard what you did
I wanted to punch you in the mouth
You supposed to be my brother
You changed for the clout

You changed for the clout
I'm a beast
Swear I'm a god
Ima keep on rapping
Its going to take me far

I know its going to be hard
But I won't give up
I know I'm a star

And ion even need you
You wanted me to believe you

Ion even need you
You wanted me

Look aye

You wanted me to believe you
Ion wanna be around you
Ion wanna see you
To me you just a vision
To me you see through

Damn
You wanted me to believe you
Aye
Watch how I rock out
With my guitar
Watch I come on stage and pop out
And I been doin me
Uh and I been dolo
She wanna fuck with me
She see I'm rich
She take the photo

Uh

And i cant even trust a bitch
Swear
Right now its fuck a bitch
Uh
Ion wanna love no bitch
Right now its fuck a bitch
Like Ouu
I don't know what to do
Would Have bled for you
Would you bleed for me too

Changed faster than flash
Never did me good
I got stabbed
In my back
All i wanted was some true friends
That's too much to ask
Everybody ain't your friend
They around for the bag

Broken Hearts
Open Wounds
Broken Hearts
Open Wounds

Fuck the hate
Fuck the fake
I don't care bout what you all say
Ima be great
If you ain't got money
In ya pockets
Then you ain't straight