Corrección Letra 3roken Soul par YTB Trench

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(Dmac on the f**kin' track)
Nobody's guaranteed, done watched them switch up, I done seen 'em fold
But we gon' paint the city red for westside til' turn blue
So we gon' send extended mags for ours and make that move
Sometimes I speak into existence, my head turnin' my heart blue
Gotta catch myself sometimes, don't like what I be on
It's forever f**k a b*t*h, even if I'm right or if I'm wrong
I done grew, been through some sh*t, but now it's murder what she wrotе
For the set, been through some sh*t, but I can't spеak on what I know
Hate speakin' past tense, but future preference off the dome
I done watch n***as turn b*t*h, they walk the switch and then they told
Say they love you and they miss, they get a chance and then they fold
Say they changed, but the same sh*t keep reoccurring, that sh*t old

I know how you feelin', ain't gon' hate you when you low
Can you keep a secret, baby? Tell me, let me know
Triple three's, I been the same, for the set, I'm on go
My heart been through too much, gotta protect from damaged souls
I been through them trenches, I refuse to let it go
Tell me how you feelin', what you feelin', let me know
I can take a hit, but from them, why'd you leave cold?
Had a heart for sale, but it's too late, that b*t*h done sold
Too late, that b*t*h done sold
Had a heart for sale, but it's too late, that b*t*h done sold
(How you feelin', let me know)
Snatched it out the mud, my cuh had told me "Ain't sh*t free"
'Member days I look through gla**, they said I wasn't the same me
Up to you what route you take or what the f**k you wanna be
Make your time and make your mind when the time come, your a**'ll see

I know how you feelin', ain't gon' ask you when you low
Can you keep a secret, baby? Tell me, let me know
Triple three's, I been the same, for the set, I'm on go
My heart been through too much, gotta protect from damaged souls
Protect from damaged souls
Lord help me, I'm alone
From damaged souls

Nobody's guaranteed, done watch them switch up, I done seen 'em fold
But we gon' paint the city red for westside til' we turn blue
So we gon' send extended mags for ours and make that move
Sometimes I speak into existence, my head turnin' my heart blue
Gotta catch myself sometimes, don't like what I be on
It's forever f**k a b*t*h, even if I'm right or if I'm wrong
I done grew, been through some sh*t, but now it's murder what she wrote
For the set, been through some sh*t, but I can't speak on what I know
Hate speakin' past tense, but future preference off the dome
I done watch n***as turn b*t*h, they walk the switch and then they told
Say they love you and they miss, they get a chance and then they fold
Say they changed, but the same sh*t keep reoccurring, that sh*t old
Too late, that b*t*h done sold
Had a heart for sale, but it's too late, that b*t*h done sold
(How you feelin', let me know)

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