​hurt by ericdoa Lyrics

She hurt my heart swear, the pills make it better
I walk in storms, way I move change the weather
Light of the blood moon my skies getting redder
Blood on my ones, and Raf Simmons my leather

If you talk down on gang
X gonna wet ya
Run out his mouth
He get left on a stretcher
Bitch, I'm depressed but I'm still gonna press ya
I'm still not cured, in my head I got pressure

What the fuck you think you juugin'
What you thought this was?
I'm with my gang
You act an ass then we turn you to dust
Don't fuck with shorty
If she hit me then that shit a dub
I'm smoking thrax inside a casket with the flying doves

She hurt my heart swear, the pills make it better
I walk in storms, way I move change the weather
Light of the blood moon my skies getting redder
Blood on my ones, and Raf Simmons my leather