"Key To My Heart" lyrics
Tuned up
Sittin' in the back with a burlap bottle
Life ain't shit, I been goin' through it all
Brand new whip just to ride around my problems
'Cause I don't feel a thing when I'm with my dawgs
I don't really talk about this shit with nobody
'Cause I don't want nobody judge me for my flaws
First-class flights, bad bitches every night
I know it's wrong, but that's the key to my heart
Sometimes, it's hard
I just wanna live my life, turn up with no regards
Yeah, whoever knew that I'd be climbin' up the charts
Went from bus stops to half-a-million dollar cars
Went from Mickey Ds to caviar
Oh, oh, oh, I wanna love you but my heart so cold
I spent a hundred on a ride and said, "Fuck it, do or die"
I dreamed of days of poppin' shit with my bros
On the way to Houston, I don't know what I'm doin'
I'm still in the midst of tryna figure that out
Didn't wanna sleep on the couch inside my mama'nem house
And tell my bitch, "I'ma make it either with or without you"
Sittin' in the back with a burlap bottle
Life ain't shit, I been goin' through it all
Brand new whip just to ride around my problems
'Cause I don't feel a thing when I'm with my dawgs
I don't really talk about this shit with nobody
'Cause I don't want nobody judge me for my flaws
First-class flights, bad bitches every night
I know it's wrong, but that's the key to my heart (My heart)
I get lost in the thought of my lifestyle
If I get lost in this bottle, it's lights out
If you know what she wrote then you would murder me right now
Made a lot of money but I'm reachin' for heights now
Blow the money, make it back, my mama hated that
Pourin' out your heart, where I'm from, I created that
Fuckin' with this cougar, not gon' lie, yeah, she my favorite cat
Said she tryna match but we ain't talkin' 'bout no datin' app, oh
If you don't make money then it don't make sense, uh
Tryna make a dollar out of fifteen cents, uh
Ridin' with a chopper and it sound like this, uh
Dun-dun-dun-dun, duh
Sittin' in the back with a burlap bottle
Life ain't shit, I been goin' through it all
Brand new whip just to ride around my problems
'Cause I don't feel a thing when I'm with my dawgs
I don't really talk about this shit with nobody
'Cause I don't want nobody judge me for my flaws
First-class flights, bad bitches every night
I know it's wrong, but that's the key to my heart
Sittin' in the back with a burlap bottle
Life ain't shit, I been goin' through it all
Brand new whip just to ride around my problems
'Cause I don't feel a thing when I'm with my dawgs
I don't really talk about this shit with nobody
'Cause I don't want nobody judge me for my flaws
First-class flights, bad bitches every night
I know it's wrong, but that's the key to my heart
Sometimes, it's hard
I just wanna live my life, turn up with no regards
Yeah, whoever knew that I'd be climbin' up the charts
Went from bus stops to half-a-million dollar cars
Went from Mickey Ds to caviar
Oh, oh, oh, I wanna love you but my heart so cold
I spent a hundred on a ride and said, "Fuck it, do or die"
I dreamed of days of poppin' shit with my bros
On the way to Houston, I don't know what I'm doin'
I'm still in the midst of tryna figure that out
Didn't wanna sleep on the couch inside my mama'nem house
And tell my bitch, "I'ma make it either with or without you"
Sittin' in the back with a burlap bottle
Life ain't shit, I been goin' through it all
Brand new whip just to ride around my problems
'Cause I don't feel a thing when I'm with my dawgs
I don't really talk about this shit with nobody
'Cause I don't want nobody judge me for my flaws
First-class flights, bad bitches every night
I know it's wrong, but that's the key to my heart (My heart)
I get lost in the thought of my lifestyle
If I get lost in this bottle, it's lights out
If you know what she wrote then you would murder me right now
Made a lot of money but I'm reachin' for heights now
Blow the money, make it back, my mama hated that
Pourin' out your heart, where I'm from, I created that
Fuckin' with this cougar, not gon' lie, yeah, she my favorite cat
Said she tryna match but we ain't talkin' 'bout no datin' app, oh
If you don't make money then it don't make sense, uh
Tryna make a dollar out of fifteen cents, uh
Ridin' with a chopper and it sound like this, uh
Dun-dun-dun-dun, duh
Sittin' in the back with a burlap bottle
Life ain't shit, I been goin' through it all
Brand new whip just to ride around my problems
'Cause I don't feel a thing when I'm with my dawgs
I don't really talk about this shit with nobody
'Cause I don't want nobody judge me for my flaws
First-class flights, bad bitches every night
I know it's wrong, but that's the key to my heart
Writer(s): Spencer Harris, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur
