heart auction

you didn't believe

and now you wanna believe in me

what sense you made?

what sense you made?

you didn't believe when i asked you to believe

now you say you wanna believe in me

you didn't leave when i asked you believe

now you call yo self leaving me

what sense you make

none at all

i ain't the one at all

what sense you make

none at all

i ain't the one at all

it don't matter though

let that bullshit run past me

young matador

i ain't at mad at all

yo niggas was mine wouldn't be mad at all

i mind my business and stack it all

my momma know i ain't my mom at all

highschool i did time ain't have prom at all

at my prime but i still feel like my life is wrong

right this wrong

all my pain help me write this

all my pain help me write this song

right this wrong

all my pain help me write this

all my pain help me write this

you didn't believe when i asked you to believe

now you say you wanna believe in me

you didn't leave when i asked you believe

now you call yo self leaving me

what sense you make

none at all

i ain't the one at all

what sense you make

none at all

i ain't the one at all

hm! what's yo reasoning?

gotta scar over my heart from you i'm keeping it

this shit make me stronger any longer i would bleed from it

you can take my love not my drugs keep that lean in me

chew me a percocet got my teaching heat with me

keep that heat stick young nigga don't wanna beef with me

i can blame my problems on my habbit if i wanna

but that won't work cause i gotta habbit when i wanna

in my prime but i sill feel like my life is wrong

right this wrong

all my pain help me write this

feel like my life is wrong

right this wrong

all my pain help me write this

you didn't believe when i asked you to believe

now you say you wanna believe in me

you didn't leave when i asked you believe

now you call yo self leaving me

what sense you make

none at all

i ain't the one at all

what sense you make

none at all

i ain't the one at all