heart heavy Heart heavy Heart heavy When I see lovers in the rain Under the same umbrella In a picture frame I don't get heart heavy Heart heavy Heart heavy
I never had a damned thing At Christmas time I'd hate to hear the bells ring 'Cos in the ghetto, Santa ain't got a dime Your mother's standin' in the
eleven walls Hot black tar I tan my legs Rest my heart And dream of the city Magazine And diet Coke I'm not a joke This is me Damaged leg Heavy cart
[Intro: Eminem] good morning Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up You with us or what? Well come on then, you know what time it is Stop sleepin on my
heart My father's burden and my mother's rain My own desire, my sister's pain All souls have traveled along this road And each one has carried their own heavy
aintcha, mad at me I'm so happy to see, That you stopped yo life to watch mine, Yeah you see it fool, Snoops everywhere, Itlay I'm heavy there, Did
never been the kind for beggin' and pleadin' But I can tell by your hazy smile All of his lies you've been finding are heavy on your mind He broke your heart
been the kind for beggin' and pleadin' But I can tell by your hazy smile All of his lies you've been finding are heavy on your mind He broke your heart
think we should suffer in silence (The heavens above me) When a heart is broken, there's nothing to break (Eternally) You've been mixing with some very heavy
in the heart, p-p-p-playin' a part, amazingly smart Remember Pun? That's the ghetto God Big Pun will be here, forever We brave in the heart, p-p-p-playin
I be, on the quest for loot Pushing a Lexus coupe, to pursuit them troops, against the big-joker Sipping alimoca, playing poker with some chocha Heard
and then blew it at Wal-Mart On a jacket, a pistol, and a packet of blow darts If you enter my skull, you gonna need a strong heart Strong art, the heart
an everybody come on an Kick your shoes off mother f**kers come on an Cause we get it on an till the brick of dawn an Wake your arse up mother f**kers
still hear my sweet mother say Be sure to cover my flowers or my flowers will wither away Yes I remember though it's been so long My heart feels so heavy
through tortoise shell Gazelle 650's, I'm feelin' like I'm makin' a sales pitch My head already so heavy, it's makin' the scales tip I got my own pressure and got everyone else's I'm rehabilitated, still feelin' rebellious Candidate of heart
