Fee Carter - Love No More

Im Outchea all alone
lord don't let me die up in these streets
Cuz im outchea on my Own
Momma Always Told Me All I Really Got Is Me
Cuz im Outchea all alone
Lord don't let me die up in these streets
Cuz im outchea on my Own
Momma Always Told Me All I Really Got Is Me
I just hit up Harwin, Got some costume jewelry flossin,
Ima, look just like I got it, even if I can’t afford
And my bitch don’t give a damn how much it cost or how I bought it
She say look the part to play the part, your image is important (Nah)
Two things I don’t play bout is my bitch and bout my daughters
I don’t stress about my sons I know my blood run through they organs
They got hustle in they veins, so you’ll never catch’em starvin
Every time they bump they heads, them niggaz stand up like a Sargent
And my bitch say dat she love she just really need her space
To go and get herself together so she got her own place
I love that bitch with all my heart man that was really like my ace
And That shit tore my life apart them tears was really on my face
Im Outchea all alone
lord don't let me die up in these streets
Cuz im outchea on my Own
Momma Always Told Me All I Really Got Is Me
Cuz im Outchea all alone
Lord don't let me die up in these streets
Cuz im outchea on my Own
Momma Always Told Me All I Really Got Is Me
You never felt the way I feel so all you really do is listen
You hear me but you don’t really pay attention
You told me we forever friends but I feel like somethings missin
How the fuck can we friends but I still feel like you be distant
Man I don’t wanna love no more, man you can keep it
This hole in my heart, when we apart man that shit deepens
Anxiety attacks Man I still feel it when I’m sleepin
I got the money for it but I still catch myself not eatin
Man I can’t take it no more, somebody gotta hear this
Is my heart the only one broke, somebody gotta feel this
I prolly look like a joke cuz I express my feelings
But don’t take me for no Hoe I prolly lose my ceiling
Man I Dont Wanna Love
Man I Dont Wanna Love
Cuz im Outchea all alone
Lord don't let me die up in these streets
Cuz im outchea on my Own
Momma Always Told Me All I Really Got Is Me

Written by:
Phillip Brown

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