Текст песни heartless sweater - Yung Baller

Heartless sweater
I wanna know her better
Heartless sweater
Put her in the end (Yeah)

Heartless sweater
Put em on a sweater (Yeah)
I don't know shit
I didn't know better
Can you forgive me, for all the things I've done
Yeah, i don't want a drum, or a gun
I don't want that shit, that shit wasn't fun
I'm sorry, gotta go, gotta run
I been running all my fucking life
I don't stab you in the back with no knife
I'm loyal
As long as you don't touch my coils
That's my hair
I don't like when people sit and stare
But I want a crowd like the state fair
Making all this money ain't fair
So I gotta fax my racks
Leave you a stash in the back
In the front seat

'Member when you was riding in the front seat
'Member when you was riding in the back seat
Now we running that shit like a track meet
Yeah, uh
Shit was last year, you act like it was long ago
Making more money than my peers
No I ain't shopping at no Sears
I ain't got no fear
Hop on the track, in the beat i disappear
After that I'm a lone wolf
I don't need no big fucking racks, or big stacks
Hop on the mic freestyle
Then I hop in a jet
Hopped in the jet, got no jet lag
We ain't lagging behind
I hit her from behind
But that didn't do nothing for me