Boosie BadAzz - Heartless Hearts lyrics

[Hook] No one care about this heart of mine (I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama) Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second life Maybe that will help this heart of mine [Verse 1] I got this heartfelt thug sh** Because my heart has been broken and stolen Busted wide open, close your eyes and picture me rollin’ Looking for haters and narcotics out the same mirror Watching my back across the track with my main hitter I need a pat on my back, I need a favor I just got beef for 400 grand by my man, from the crater I won’t go dig my n***a casket up, take it down Highland road Take pictures while your casket while everybody throwing folds [Hook] No one care about this heart of mine (I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama) Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second life Maybe that will help this heart of mine [Verse 2] This heart probably can’t be fixed no way Real talk, it be broken like that Too many died unexpected times, it was stolen like that Me and my partner watching, tryna find a mole in the pack He was an OG, certified, I ain’t know he a rat She say she love me why you ain’t love me in Angola like that You let your hating a** friends put your foot on my back I miss my friends ’til the end, we be really living like that Need a second line to bring some memories back [Hook] No one care about this heart of mine (I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama) Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second life Maybe that will help this heart of mine [Verse 3] If [?] swinging like a [?], biting on his lip with his left hand Wish I could take him back to basketball, layups with left hand He lost Lil Ivy we both was crying, now he just don’t care man Billy the kid, they finally got him, gunshot out his left head Snaked Lil Bleak when I was gone, he was my right and left hand I’m standing strong behind Bleak name, like Finn with his left hand I just want know who care man, sell me [?] and hustle with me Go right back in that struggle with me Sometimes I feel Sometimes I feel [Hook] x 2 No one care about this heart of mine (I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama) Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second life Maybe that will help this heart of mine