Don't question my heart, don't question my heart Everything my fault, it was supposed
To be yours Wasn't the way you was taught
Done got so good at being blamed, it done turned to an art
Wish I had some way to hang it, cause it's wearing down hard
F*ck being right, I'd point the stainless fo I begin to talk
Told jumpgang ain't no pointing fingers or im cutting em off
I can't quit, cause its niggas doing time all down my timeline
Hoping we ain't forget, calling just to get a piece of something
That they think they miss, sending pictures to em
Only make em drunk or make em sick free trapp
I know he would've had a clip like he was making flicks
Lil Jue what happened to ya brother, man this shit ain't making sense
Know I never was a saint, but been tryna stay off my Satan shit
I hope this rain quit pouring harder than a painter's drip
Young nigga, never bit his tounge make bitches they lip
Knowing I'm my father's son, I'm talking shit, ain't taking zip
Shit, nada ,nothing, whether I got it on my hip or not
Made it through the storm from an army to a prison cot
Don't question my heart, don't question my heart
Everything my fault, it was supposed to be yours
Wasn't the way you was taught
JUMPGANG - Heart Lyrics
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Don't question my heart, don't question my heart Everything my fault, it was supposed
To be yours Wasn't the way you was taught
Done got so good at being blamed, it done turned to an art
Wish I had some way to hang it, cause it's wearing down hard
F*ck being right, I'd point the stainless fo I begin to talk
Told jumpgang ain't no pointing fingers or im cutting em off
I can't quit, cause its niggas doing time all down my timeline
Hoping we ain't forget, calling just to get a piece of something
That they think they miss, sending pictures to em
Only make em drunk or make em sick free trapp
I know he would've had a clip like he was making flicks
Lil Jue what happened to ya brother, man this shit ain't making sense
Know I never was a saint, but been tryna stay off my Satan shit
I hope this rain quit pouring harder than a painter's drip
Young nigga, never bit his tounge make bitches they lip
Knowing I'm my father's son, I'm talking shit, ain't taking zip
Shit, nada ,nothing, whether I got it on my hip or not
Made it through the storm from an army to a prison cot
Don't question my heart, don't question my heart
Everything my fault, it was supposed to be yours
Wasn't the way you was taught
To be yours Wasn't the way you was taught
Done got so good at being blamed, it done turned to an art
Wish I had some way to hang it, cause it's wearing down hard
F*ck being right, I'd point the stainless fo I begin to talk
Told jumpgang ain't no pointing fingers or im cutting em off
I can't quit, cause its niggas doing time all down my timeline
Hoping we ain't forget, calling just to get a piece of something
That they think they miss, sending pictures to em
Only make em drunk or make em sick free trapp
I know he would've had a clip like he was making flicks
Lil Jue what happened to ya brother, man this shit ain't making sense
Know I never was a saint, but been tryna stay off my Satan shit
I hope this rain quit pouring harder than a painter's drip
Young nigga, never bit his tounge make bitches they lip
Knowing I'm my father's son, I'm talking shit, ain't taking zip
Shit, nada ,nothing, whether I got it on my hip or not
Made it through the storm from an army to a prison cot
Don't question my heart, don't question my heart
Everything my fault, it was supposed to be yours
Wasn't the way you was taught
Writer: john wilson
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