[Chorus: Hollywood Ty]
Broke my heart, right out my chest
Shawty hit me up, said she's in stress
One more drink, got me real upset
She don't really love me, I must confess
Shawty hit my phone line, told her I ain't bout that
Twenty on my necklace, I can barely count that
Now I'm taking hearts, I just feel like an accountant
Getting to the bag, stack my money like a mountain
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
I pray to god that I don't feel numb
Really gettin' tired of lookin' dumb
Breaking hearts ain't that fun
Especially if you're the one
I can see the devil on your tongue, tongue, tongue
It's got an illusion of the damage done
I always base my future on the past, it's wrong
Can't help it, I know it ain't healthy
Icebox as a heart, shorty got it meltin'
Cupid got the shooter, swish, swish, uh, Raymond Felton
Hope the hammer goes down, yeah, I already nailed it
Had to sink the ship here before it started sailin'
Rain comes down, then it'll get to hailin'
Smokin' heart, like loud, yeah, I inhaled it
Shot Cupid down, hit him in the belly
Got his blood all over my Burberrys
[Chorus: Hollywood Ty]
Broke my heart, right out my chest
Shawty hit me up, said she's in stress
One more drink, got me real upset
She don't really love me, I must confess
Shawty hit my phone line, told her I ain't bout that
Twenty on my necklace, I can barely count that
Now I'm taking hearts, I just feel like an accountant
Getting to the bag, stack my money like a mountain
[Verse 2: Qliche]
She don't love me
And I'm so damn sorry
But I can't keep up
With this shit no more
I don't understand
Why you leaving me on read though
Here we go again
Left me for another man, Hoe
All up in my head
Like a haunting, I Just see ghosts
Threw a couple bands
Got some tears on my new clothes
Henny in the bottle, so I pour it out
Deleted all the pics, so its over now
I'm about to drown though
Sinking in this sail boat
I wrote you a letter
Don't forget to read the side note
[Chorus: Hollywood Ty]
Broke my heart, right out my chest
Shawty hit me up, said she's in stress
One more drink, got me real upset
She don't really love me, I must confess
Shawty hit my phone line, told her I ain't bout that
Twenty on my necklace, I can barely count that
Now I'm taking hearts, I just feel like an accountant
Getting to the bag, stack my money like a mountain
