Ayy, ya
Ayy, ya
To whom it may concern, or, dear future owner
I have this heart but I can't control it
It loves what it loves, it does what it wanna
Tried to lock it up, but it jumped back on my shoulders
Don't get me wrong, it's a good heart and it's golden
But it's been stolen, on top of that it's been broken
Drug through the mud, it's driving me insane
Tryna spread love, pickin' fights with my brain
Don't want it literally, so over it mentally
So tired physically, it distracts and hinders me
So it's for sale, the best offer gets the box
Gift from my mother but a curse from my pops
Kinda hurts when it locks but it'll get better
Right now I'm tryna focus on putting it back together
After I'm done, you can come pick it up whenever
So I can focus on gettin' back to the cheddar, I swear it's
It's always in the wrong hands
I don't think I'll use it again
I would do the faith thing and give it a try
But if it stay it'll take over my mind
I've got a heart for sale, I don't need it
I've got a heart for sale and it's bleeding
I've got a heart for sale, you can keep it
I've got a heart for sale
It's always in the wrong hands
I don't think I'll use it again
I would do the faith thing and give it a try
But if it stay it'll take over my mind
I've got a heart for sale, I don't need it
I've got a heart for sale and it's bleeding
I've got a heart for sale, you can keep it
I've got a heart for sale, yeah, yeah
