Pryde - Foolish Heart lyrics

[Hook] Could it be you? Calling me down? A Foolish Heart You don't need nobody else [Pre-Verse] 'Till I die, 905 905,(Yeah Yeah) 'Till I die, 905 905,(North Side) 'Till I die (Yeah) 'Till I die, die (Going in) [Verse 1] Look, fame changes you, months and them days for you f** what they say to you, they say this life was made for you You made your bed, lay in it, this wasn't made for fools And all eyes are on you, this ain't pay per view Clap, clap, clap, encore for the new faces You need a different size in my shoes, and some new laces Long tees, Jordan sneakers, yeah my crew tasteless But our reservation was huge in this restaurant, so b**h serve us Oh you nervous? I can tell your b**hmaid, even if the gun ain't bucking, I pack the switch blade Can't believe I got all this good money, this sh** made Like I said, you b**hmaid boy, we looking rich mane, get paid [Chorus] Could it be you? (Could it be you?) Calling me down? (Calling me down?) A Foolish Heart. (Foolish Heart) You don't need nobody else. (Baby) Could it be you? (Could it be you?) Calling me down? (Calling me down?) A Foolish Heart. (Foolish Heart) You don't need nobody else [Verse 2] Foolish rich, whole clique foolish rich Just made all this money, what the f** am I going gon' do with it? f** a drop top, grab a car with a roof on it, cause haters get jealous when they see the cash you getting, ain't it funny? You worked really hard to buy that new watch, but when you're raw, you're something enemy crews watch Mission Impossible got me on Tom Cruise watch, I got this all from dreams let me see the sh** that you got Cigarettes with weird b**hes that don't know my name, all this champaign got my shirt stained Leather jacket got me lookin' like my father, where's your morals kid? I forgot to bother motherf**er, buying all my one night stand's coffee motherf**er f** a girl I never knew, then yell "Get off me motherf**er." Look what all this money did, look what all this money don't Just got all this money now, where did all that money go? [Chorus] [Verse 3] Look, "Go talk to all your hoes.", that's what wifey say But all I got is wifey, sh** is so enticing A year ago, I said I hated alcohol, but if you seen the sh** I drink now, boy your mouth would fall Guess I waited for sh** to get better, I ain't even made it yet and sh**s getting realer than ever Even when I got a girl they say get it together, girls wanna play games, but I got bigger endeavours Jessica, I messed with ya, I wanna blow up, cop a G-Wagen see you on the street and roll up Ain't even bay, but my squad about to go dumb Holdup Frank, no Ocean, when I say imma make it, then imma do it [Chorus]