Loves Public Enemy #1
My hearts pump is out of gas, I can’t burp up any more feelings.
I feel like I’m in a room with no ceilings, surrounded by 4 walls , so it’s hard to escape.
All I can do is lay here and wait for someone to take my place, because I fell right into the outline of a players game.
Crazy of me to think that you’ve changed, and now sitting here handcuffed to your heart.
I guess it’s right what they say, “once a good cops gone bad they’re gone forever“.
Now you’re dragging me along, through the coldest of weather.
At one point I even had a cellmate, not even knowing we were living together.
Finally I see the ladder in the room with no ceiling, and now
I’m public enemy number one.
Like Eazy E says, “Fuck the police“.
Now who’s packing?
Got the love gun on ma hip.
I escape through the hole I dug, thinking I’ve barely scratched the surface in the cell,
also known as your mind.
Now I’m cruising down these streets with your heart in my palm.
Sending death threats and love notes
These thieves trynna steal my heart, are really building their own casket.
Rolling around, this time I’m stronger so consider this a homicide.
Because my heart will blow yours in pieces, and leave the rest for the bitches….