The Heart Gently Weeps

Album: 8 Diagrams (2007)
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    The joy the flowers bring me, the pain still has me sinkin'
    All while my heart gently weeps
    Your smile has got me shrinkin', the tears in your eyes are twinklin'
    Because the heart gently weeps

    Snowy night, fiends basin', a raisin' in the sun was amazin'
    The joint on the dresser, a gauge went off
    Jumped up, fish tank, it fell and they stuck
    They shot her cousin LaVon, he owed a buck

    Willie was awful, pulled out the ratchet, let off two
    Grits fell on his leg, Kiana ripped the cold bowl
    He violent, an Island nigga with the talent
    Of six killas who just came home, from straight whylin'

    Robbin' everythin' in Macy's, Lacy, short haircut
    With long arms who fuck niggaz, got four babies
    Yvette jabbed her, slapped her wig off, ran in the crib
    She did the dumb shit, my nigga they clapped her

    Lester, smoked Chester sister Vest, I heard it was a mess
    They ripped the apple out her throat, blessed her
    Hungry hyenas from Medina, all eight trainers
    Who gobble up weed fast and blast from Beamers

    I brought my bitch out to Pathmark, she's pushin' the cart
    Headed to aisle four, damn I got milk on my Clark's
    That's what I get, not focusin' from hittin' that bar
    My mouth dried, need plenty water quick, I feel like a shark

    In the aisle bustin' them paper towels and wipin' my Wally's down
    I stood up to face a barrel, he's holdin' a shiny pound
    It's him, he want revenge, I murdered his Uncle Tim
    I sold him a bag of dope, his wife came and copped again

    That bitch is crazy and uh, she brought her baby
    She knew I hard the murders, a smack
    It killed her man though, now I got his fuckin' nephew grippin' his gat
    You's a bitch, you better kill me, you know you're booty
    You pulled your toolie, out on me motherfucker

    First thought was to snatch the ratchet
    Said fuck it and fuckin' grabbed it
    I ducked, he bucked twice, this nigga was fuckin laughin'
    I wrestled him to the ground, tussle, scuffle, constantly kicked him

    He wouldn't let go the joint, so I fuckin' bit him
    Shots was whizzin', hittin' Clorox bottles
    Customers screamin', then the fagot ran out of hollows
    I had to show him what it's all about
    Next thing you read in the paper
    A man who came to kill gets knocked out

    I don't know why nobody told you
    Man's not supposed to cry
    Though we're just babies and you're so crazy
    How tears of joy bring so much life

    You on your way to the store nigga
    Grab me a Dutch, I'm mad as fuck
    My dude, my count was short when I was baggin' it up
    Now I need liquor, nigga pass me a cup
    What's up with Officer Brown?

    The other day he tried to shackle me up
    He killed Kase and now he hasslin' us
    This motherfucker got balls
    Even the gall to try and pattern me up

    Time to re-up, let these niggaz
    Know we back on the block
    With three hundred off a G-pack
    Crack in the spot

    I don't know why, nobody told you
    Man's not supposed to cry
    Though we're just babies and you're so crazy
    How tears of joy bring so much life

    The joy the flowers bring me, the pain still has me sinkin'
    All while my heart gently weeps
    Your smile has got me shrinkin', the tears in your eyes are twinklin'
    Because the heart gently weeps Writer/s: Clifford Smith, Corey Todd Woods, Dennis Coles, Erykah Badu, George Harrison, Robert Diggs
    Publisher: Downtown Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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