"Hear Em Out" lyrics
Cameron Airborne & Caskey Lyrics
Yeah, bitch, you left me on my own
Ay, I took that dirt and I went and turned it right to gold
He talks with the devil, he targets my body and my soul
You know I can't let it go
Part of me just wanna hear 'em out
Other part keep saying no
Part of me keep saying no
The other part of me, it ain't so indigo
Sometimes ain't so sure what I been living for
With two hundred grams and a gun in the hols'
Positive in my life what I tend to post
'Cause the negative stick with me, coast to coast
I changed forever after that overdose
Guess my trauma the thing that I order most
Man, I just spent thirty-three hundred at Prada and didn't blink
Did the same in Dior, man, I need a shrink
All my old homies, they doing that back and forth
But you with me or not, ain't no in-between
Came for my neck and you still got the guillotine
I guess karma is really a thing
Thought you was my ace, now the joke is on you
'Cause I fucked around and then turned to a king
Ring, ring on the phone
I hit decline, y'all see the bling on the stone
Y'all wasn't there for me, I needed a home
So it's best that you leave me alone
Yeah, bitch, you left me on my own
Ay, I took that dirt and I went and turned it right to gold
He talks with the devil, he targets my body and my soul
You know I can't let it go
Part of me just wanna hear 'em out
Other part keep saying no
Ay, yeah, part of me just wanna hear 'em out
Other part keep saying no
From the concrete grew a rose
I took that dirt and turned it right to gold
You turned your back and left me in the cold
Now I'm hopping right out the back of the Rolls
Kill yourself, suicide on my doors
See the clarity in every one of my stones
Yeah, lately I've been talking to the devil
Told me, "Kill 'em all, go get a shovel"
Ever since a jit been causing trouble
Lamborghini, foot up on the pedal
Yeah, had it going, run it up
Devil in my ear be telling me to give it up
Cross the line every time that I pour it in my cup
Way too much, yeah, got me throwing up
Now the money machine get to jamming up
Blowing marijuana by the canister
Used to love me, now everyone mad at us
Yeah, bitch, you left me on my own
Ay, I took that dirt and I went and turned it right to gold
He talks with the devil, he targets my body and my soul
You know I can't let it go
Part of me just wanna hear 'em out
Other part keep saying no
Ay, I took that dirt and I went and turned it right to gold
He talks with the devil, he targets my body and my soul
You know I can't let it go
Part of me just wanna hear 'em out
Other part keep saying no
Part of me keep saying no
The other part of me, it ain't so indigo
Sometimes ain't so sure what I been living for
With two hundred grams and a gun in the hols'
Positive in my life what I tend to post
'Cause the negative stick with me, coast to coast
I changed forever after that overdose
Guess my trauma the thing that I order most
Man, I just spent thirty-three hundred at Prada and didn't blink
Did the same in Dior, man, I need a shrink
All my old homies, they doing that back and forth
But you with me or not, ain't no in-between
Came for my neck and you still got the guillotine
I guess karma is really a thing
Thought you was my ace, now the joke is on you
'Cause I fucked around and then turned to a king
Ring, ring on the phone
I hit decline, y'all see the bling on the stone
Y'all wasn't there for me, I needed a home
So it's best that you leave me alone
Yeah, bitch, you left me on my own
Ay, I took that dirt and I went and turned it right to gold
He talks with the devil, he targets my body and my soul
You know I can't let it go
Part of me just wanna hear 'em out
Other part keep saying no
Ay, yeah, part of me just wanna hear 'em out
Other part keep saying no
From the concrete grew a rose
I took that dirt and turned it right to gold
You turned your back and left me in the cold
Now I'm hopping right out the back of the Rolls
Kill yourself, suicide on my doors
See the clarity in every one of my stones
Yeah, lately I've been talking to the devil
Told me, "Kill 'em all, go get a shovel"
Ever since a jit been causing trouble
Lamborghini, foot up on the pedal
Yeah, had it going, run it up
Devil in my ear be telling me to give it up
Cross the line every time that I pour it in my cup
Way too much, yeah, got me throwing up
Now the money machine get to jamming up
Blowing marijuana by the canister
Used to love me, now everyone mad at us
Yeah, bitch, you left me on my own
Ay, I took that dirt and I went and turned it right to gold
He talks with the devil, he targets my body and my soul
You know I can't let it go
Part of me just wanna hear 'em out
Other part keep saying no
