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d-block europe - tears in my amiri’s lyrics

[intro]
(nathaniel london)

[chorus: young adz]
feels like it’s me against the world, can’t count on no one else
charge it to the game, it turned the boy so cold
i’ll beat this baby nine to make it home to baby girl
’cause i ain’t tryna go before my time, no, no
i cried a million tears in my amiris
broski remind me of allah, i keep him near me
can you heal me? do you really hear me?
no half+hearted love, love me sincerely
[verse 1: young adz]
young n+gga had the cocaine in the drought
sent it scotland, but i whippеd it up in south
when you park up, make sure you’rе facin’ out
them youngins caught him lackin’ and they chased him down
see, every n+gga in my city that died never knew that mornin’ they was gonna die
and they scream, “r.i.p.,” but n+ggas don’t ride, just charge it to the game, that’s life
yeah, can’t complain about the game when you signed up
only gettin’ hoes ’cause real girls don’t like the lifestyle
my n+gga said he’s done with broads, he want a wife now
know a n+gga ’bout the murders, but he changed his life ’round
my og seen so much fiends, he finds it hard to smile
told him that he needs to change, but broski in denial
now we on the yard with the lifers, feelin’ down
i wish i could buy a tank so i could free him out

[chorus: young adz]
feels like it’s me against the world, can’t count on no one else
charge it to the game, it turned the boy so cold
i’ll beat this baby nine to make it home to baby girl
’cause i ain’t tryna go before my time, no, no
i cried a million tears in my amiris
broski remind me of allah, i keep him near me
can you heal me? do you really hear me?
no half+hearted love, love me sincerely
[verse 2: dirtbike lb]
yeah, massage chairs up in the truck, it’s like it’s hardhead
n+ggas runnin’ out of luck, it’s been a hard year
i think i’m sick of turnin’ up, i know it’s part of growin’ up, i throw the key to valet, way too high to park it
i ain’t got a seatbelt on this car, i’m ridin’ s
i think i’m callin’ you too much, i’m tryna text
i feel it burnin’ in the bottom of my chest
different colours lookin’ blurry from the diamonds on my neck
my packs stay green, salah ain’t me
built a new closet, twenty+five amiri jeans
too much ice, i’m tryna stop it, got me slidin’, drive and leave
all that pride, they can’t stop it ’cause i’m dyin’ for what i believe
f+ck these other b+tches, i just put you on a g5
feel i’m buildin’ rome, i know it’s what it seem like
if you was like these hoes, you know, you wouldn’t be mine

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