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Artiste : YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Titre : Screaming Out
Dubba A flex
Louie Bandz made another one

I hope my feelings start to matter, I mean
Hope your emotions not the shit that I read

I hope my ways is not the reason you leave
I hope one day the truth not bad as it seems
You know I´m a gangsta, ain´t no changin´ that
Tryna hold on to everything that I know, the only thing that make me smile
And once I leave it ain´t no comin´ back, I´ll take my chances
Now you don´t want me apart, I guess I leave you all of that

Diamonds flashin´, that´s the reason you can´t go back
I ain´t happy, that´s the reason that my heart froze baby
Ain´t have no rachet, if I did, I let that thang blow baby
´Cause you know it ain´t no pussy in blood, I get it on baby

North side, where I resided
These bitches don´t want face the fact that they tryna hide me
These niggas broker than they track, they tryna ride me
I think that pussy bitch you hatin´ right on side me

Killin´ my insides, steady screamin´ out, "I´m sorry!"
If I´m not wanted, I´m not worth it
If it be God or the Devil
I swear to follow which one call me
Callin´ for money, fuck they money, I´ma die for everything that I love
Pray through the crisis, fucked my life forever, live life a thug
Gunnin´ from me while I´m recordin´, I might put 2 in my jug

Look fuck that bitch and fuck that nigga, mane, I know what it was
Put X in my mouth ???
In the back of the car, every time I be ridin´
I could give you a smile wit´ the knife in my hand
Every time that I say it, I never be lying
I could cut off the neck of the cat in the back of the house
In a pool, I feel like I´m dying
I could paint on my image, that niggas be trippin´
He really was havin´ some shit, I ??? mine
We could be together wit´ no pain
??? make him numb
I could put in my Will to put the jewelry in the grave, that shit you left in the trunk
???, what the fuck he jus´ said, they think that I´m dumb

I´m ready to die, you know how I come
You get hit wit´ that fire, you players red rum

I hope my feelings start to matter, I mean
Hope your emotions not the shit that I read
I hope my ways is not the reason you leave
I hope one day the truth not bad as it seems
You know I´m a gangsta, ain´t no changin´ that
Tryna hold on to everything that I know, the only thing that make me smile
And once I leave it ain´t no comin´ back, I´ll take my chances
Now you don´t want me apart, I guess I leave you all of that