Edgar Allan Poe'd Up (feat. theMIND)

My heart on my sleeve Boom-boom-ka-boom Straight face when I grieve Put the Remy on the ice Edgar Allan Poe'd up, lean on me The deuce, the deuce Growed up too damn quick Shawty sucked me, I was 9 Stoned like a path through gardens Green plants, nigga a botanist Soon as I get the deposit Loud man, liquor regardless Uber to the pussy, I'm ballin' Gucci on my balls in the Balmain No plan, movin' with no brain Wonder why I'm feelin' mundane Same old cycle of trife, oh Plan on breakin' the cycle 'Til lil' shawty send me them nudes Then it's back to the titties and tight rolls Thank God for that body God for this bottle She a Coca-Cola copy And she know Smino Papi Gon' be feenin' for her Head game crackin' She a cluck with the fuck Right now I'm on a roll No time to butter you up My heart on my sleeve Boom-boom-ka-boom Straight face when I grieve Put the Remy on the ice Edgar Allan Poe'd up, lean on me The deuce, the deuce Growed up too damn quick Shawty sucked me, I was 9 So I don't really want to talk about my feeling in here Any, meeny, miny mo mo mo mo whiskey to spare? Emptied my bottle now she counting her tears Said lately she been sitting on the mountain of fear Of what? May be I can't open up to yo inquisitions Talking bout your people's and expect me to sit and listen And they don't even like my ass I know, I know my bad Big trouble in little China She say can't even kill a nigga wit kindness, heart lost on mixtape, dammit where did you find it? Opportunities knocking, walk you ass thru that front door Put your pride in your lymph nodes Know this world is so cut throat And a heart don't mean shit if you ain't using it Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah The Father, The Father The Father, The Father The Father, The Father