Kendrick Lamar, Summer Walker & Ghostface Killah – Purple Hearts Lyrics

Purple Hearts Lyrics

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Mmm, tippy-toeing and I’m mud-walkin ‘, hmm
Rollin ‘sevens, I ain’t ready for no coffin
I know y’all love it when the drugs talkin ‘but
Shut the fuck up when you hear love talkin ‘
Shut the fuck up when you hear love talkin ‘

If God be the source then I am the plug talkin ‘
Yeah, baby, yeah, baby
Yeah, baby, yeah, baby

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
This my undisputed truth, uh-huh
My life is like forbidden fruitmy bitch know better than I do
A woman’s worth, I barely went to church, I’d rather fast with you
Than fuck it up, fucking with skirts’ cause I’m rational
A nigga still gon ‘be a nigga, emoji heart, my family pictures
Two-steppin ‘away from rappers, I do not trust their true intеntions
I’m not in the music business, I’ve been in the human businеss
Whole life been social distant, hoes like, “When you not trippin ‘?”
I duck the party, who said they saw me?

Crown on Bob Marley, wrist on Yo Gotti
They gon ‘judge your life for a couple likes on the double tap
Them hoes is sorry, they all get bodied
I bless it that you have an open heart, I bless that you forgive
I bless it that you can learn from a loss, I bless it that you heal
I bless one day that you attract somebody with your mind exactly
A patient life, flaws, bless’ em twice, and they’ll bless you back

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Summer Walker, Summer Walker]
Tippy-toeing and I’m mud-walkin ‘, hmm
Rollin ‘sevens, I ain’t ready for no coffin
I know y’all love it when the drugs talkin ‘, but
Shut the fuck up when you hear love talkin ‘
Shut the fuck up when you hear love talkin ‘
If God be the source, then I am the plug talkin ‘

Yeah, baby, yeah, baby
Yeah, baby, yeah

[Verse 2: Summer Walker & Kendrick Lamar]
(How’s love) How’s love when it’s heart to your soul?
But my nigga left, his ass on the road
Gossiping ’bout some shit you do not know
Oh, you ho (Yeah, yeah, yeah, fasho)
I hate it here, baby daddy still on my phone
I hate it here, asking if I’ve been on the pole
I hate it here, if you keep lurking on the low
If you’re a fan, just let me know
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Now if it’s love, I deserve to get some head on a balcony sometimes, sometimes
And if I feel where your heart can be, you’ll still be a part of me
I love mine, love mine (Love mine, love mine)
Summer in the storm, I can not conform
(I can not conform, I can not conform)
I just might love you still, just think I love me more
It ain’t love if you gon ‘judge me for my past
Well, it ain’t love if you ain’t never eat my ass
It ain’t love if you just only tie me down because you saw me in my bag

That’s why I’m anti-everyone before this mask

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Summer Walker, Summer Walker]
Mmm, tippy-toeing and I’m mud-walkin ‘, hmm
Rollin ‘sevens, I ain’t ready for no coffin
I know y’all love it when the drugs talkin ‘, but
Shut the fuck up when you hear love talkin ‘
Shut the fuck up when you hear love talkin ‘
If God be the source, then I am the plug talkin ‘
Yeah, baby, yeah, baby
Yeah, baby, yeah

[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, yo
Telekinesis, I’m purifying these D speeches
While I’m crying, I clean the feet of the sweet Jesus
Dreams, visions get blurry of the Elohimit’s light
It’s known to tear retinas in a single gleam
Shut the fuck up when you hear His love talkin ‘
To the mind, it’s God’s cypher divine in a small portion, uh
Faded pictures, this global madness, the intervention
This world in The Twilight Zonethis is the fifth dimension
God, please blow the whistle, we need an intermission
My good deeds in front of your door, I’m standing by the entrance
With heavy baggage, my brother’s ashes
I seen tragic, I did dirt, smacked death and held it to that nigga cabbage
Love, we killin ‘greed, we killin’ homelessness
And I do not give a fuck about this land, I want ownership
Bow your head for just God’s sake
Listen to what the stars say when I say it’s God’s way

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Tippy-toeing and I’m mud-walkin ‘, hmm
Rollin ‘sevens, I ain’t ready for no coffin
I know y’all love it when the drugs talkin ‘, but
Shut the fuck up when you hear love talkin ‘
Shut the fuck up when you hear love talkin ‘
If God be the source, then I am the plug talkin ‘
Yeah, baby, yeah, baby
Yeah, baby, yeah, baby

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