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No one care about this heart of mine(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second lineMaybe that will help this heart of mineMaybe that will help this heart of mineI got this heartfelt thug shitBecause my heart has been broken and stolenBusted wide open close your eyes and picture me rollingLooking for haters and narcotics out the same mirrorWatching my back across the track with my main hitterI need a pat on my back I need a favorI just got beef for 400 grand by my man from the craterI won’t go dig my nigga casket up take it down HighlandroadTake pictures wit your casket while everybody throwing fourNo one care about this heart of mine(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second lineMaybe that will help this heart of mineMaybe that will help this heart of mineThis heart probably can’t be fixed no wayReal talk it been broken like thatToo many died unexpected times it was stolen like thatLetras de cancionesMe and my partner watching tryna find a mole in the packHe was an OG and certified I ain’t know he a ratShe say she love me why you ain’t love me in Angola likethatYou let your hating ass friends put your foot on my backI miss my friends ’til the end we be really living likethatNeed a second line to bring some memories back (that's Lil'Bleek and Lil' Ivory)No one care about this heart of mine(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second lineMaybe that will help this heart of mineMaybe that will help this heart of mineIf Finn in the cut dawg swinging like a mud dawg biting onhis lip with his Left handWish I could take him back to basketball layups with lefthandHe lost Lil' Ivy we both was crying now he just don’t caremanBilly the kid they finally got him gunshot out his left headSnaked Lil' Bleek when I was gone he was my right and lefthandI’m standing strong behind Bleek name like Finn with hisleft handI just want know who care man seven eleven hustle with meGo right back in that struggle with meSometimes I feelSometimes I feelNo one care about this heart of mine(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second lineMaybe that will help this heart of mineMaybe that will help this heart of mineNo one care about this heart of mine(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second lineMaybe that will help this heart of mineMaybe that will help this heart of mine From Letras Mania