(Pre-Chorus: Jas The Producer & Jared Bayer)
Life ain't that easy
My heart break to pieces
I can't feel my feet man
I'm numb and it's eatin at me
Life ain't that easy
My heart break to pieces
I can't feel my feet man
I'm numb and it's eatin at me
Aye, Madrazo, turn the muthafuckin' bass up
(Chorus: Jas The Producer)
Life ain't that easy
My heart break to pieces
I can't feel my feet man
I'm numb and it's eatin at me
Life ain't that easy
My heart break to pieces
I can't feel my feet man
I'm numb and it's eatin at me
(Verse 1: Jas The Producer)
See me in the sky, man
Runnin up and runnin down, man
See me in the background
Catch another tab to change the background
God dam, I can't fight back
Leave me on the street to fight back
Girl you really heartless
Heart surgery couldn't fix you regardless
Blood up on the carpet
Now tryna find out where the nearest bar is
I don't wanna talk about it
Real slow in my mind, kinda doubtin
You got me on these drugs and now I'm clouded
Still tryna figure out where the crowd is
Got a DUI your shits impounded
Momma gave a kindey, you don't care, still won't talk to her you say that you too crowded
Bitch I fuckin doubt it
Life ain't that easy
My heart break to pieces
I can't feel my feet man
I'm numb and it's eatin at me
Life ain't that easy
My heart break to pieces
I can't feel my feet man
I'm numb and it's eatin at me
Aye, Madrazo, turn the muthafuckin' bass up
(Chorus: Jas The Producer)
Life ain't that easy
My heart break to pieces
I can't feel my feet man
I'm numb and it's eatin at me
Life ain't that easy
My heart break to pieces
I can't feel my feet man
I'm numb and it's eatin at me
(Verse 1: Jas The Producer)
See me in the sky, man
Runnin up and runnin down, man
See me in the background
Catch another tab to change the background
God dam, I can't fight back
Leave me on the street to fight back
Girl you really heartless
Heart surgery couldn't fix you regardless
Blood up on the carpet
Now tryna find out where the nearest bar is
I don't wanna talk about it
Real slow in my mind, kinda doubtin
You got me on these drugs and now I'm clouded
Still tryna figure out where the crowd is
Got a DUI your shits impounded
Momma gave a kindey, you don't care, still won't talk to her you say that you too crowded
Bitch I fuckin doubt it
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