Music to My Ears (feat. Doe Boy) - Fac Marlo

You told me you don't love me when you walked out the door I stood there feelin' lonely, then the tears began to pour What else could I do? I'd never felt like that before So I cried an ol' blue river in the middle of the floor Now I'm up to my ears in tears I'm cryin' night and day since you went away The things you used to say, honey, I no longer hear That water's cold and clear, I'm drownin' for you, dear Up to my ears in tears Well, I found some old love letters you wrote me years ago But the words all ran together when the tears began to flow 'Cause you left that water runnin', now it's got nowhere to go If I can't wash away your memory guess I'll just go under slow 'Cause I'm up to my ears in tears I'm cryin' night and day since you went away The things you used to say, honey, I no longer hear That water's cold and clear, I'm drownin' for you, dear Up to my ears in tears Yeah, I'm up to my ears in tears I'm cryin' night and day since you went away The things you used to say, honey, I no longer hear That water's cold and clear, I'm drownin' for you, dear Up to my ears in tears Yeah, that water's cold and clear I'm drownin' for you, dear Up to my ears in tears

What's a life without no risk? What's a stick without no drum? When I die, I'm going to Heaven Been through hell but it's been fun I talk heavy (44, you did that?) Every time I speak up on this bitch, I talk heavy Every time I walk up on this bitch, I talk heavy, heavy Heavy, heavy, heavy (Woo) Heavy (Ha), heavy, heavy, heavy Heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy (Ha) Heavy, heavy, heavy, yeah Rolling up that 'za pack (Rolling) He gon' run off with the style, he's a copycat (Woo) I'ma ball till I fall like a gym rat (Huh?) Already bust down your walls, where your friends at? (Where your friends at?) What, ho? Where you been? I been getting money since like fourteen Where you been? I've been locking in, this is quarantine Where you been? Show them how to hustle, how to stay the course Where you been? I've been living fast, is it lit? Of course A life without no risk? What's a stick without no drum? When I die, I'm going to Heaven Been through hell but it's been fun I talk heavy Every time I speak up on this bitch, I talk heavy (Heavy) Every time I walk up on this bitch, I talk heavy, heavy (Woo) Heavy (Woo), heavy (Woo), heavy (Woo) Heavy (Woo), heavy (Woo), heavy (Woo) Heavy (Woo), heavy (Woo), heavy (Woo) Heavy, heavy (Doe Beezy, let's go) I was always taking risk, bitch, I'm a demon where I'm from (Know that) I'd expose a pussy nigga, I was taking niggas' guns (Fool) Fuck that cap, I don't talk none (No sirski) bitch, that's really how I was (Facts) He'll kill you just because, you better not (Bah, bah, bah, bah) play with my little plug Up in your shit, I just woke up on that today (Rrr) I don't play, spray this K Scare his whole cap away (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah) Got this Drac' and it switch, take his cape and his bitch (Come here, bitch) Staring at this rapper, I'm rich, so rich, but still might that risk (Oh, really?) What's a life without no risk? What's a stick without no drum? When I die, I'm going to Heaven Been through hell but it's been fun I talk heavy Every time I speak up on this bitch, I talk heavy Every time I walk up on this bitch, I talk heavy, heavy Heavy, heavy, heavy Heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy Heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy Heavy, heavy, heavy, yeah

That nigga said fuck me, his bitch like me and he broker than me Doe Beezy, Doe Beezy Oh, really? Sip (Sip) Yeah (What? What?) Clean (What?) Gang (Gang, what? What?) Gang (What?) Let's go, let's go Pills turned a nigga to a junkie (Ayy, Southside, ayy, Southside, junkie) Came out the mud, sip muddy (Ayy, Southside, ayy, Southside, muddy) Geekin', ho, peon be thinkin' I'm lackin', he play with this shit, get bloody (Let's go, brrt) I tweak out with this thirty (Thirty) Hit the mall, blow a whole thirty (Let's go) My youngin, he really a savage (Okay), he caught him a body and thought it was funny (Ha) Pussy-ass boy said fuck me, really just mad 'cause his bitch wanna fuck me (That's crazy, fool) Young nigga flexin', I play with a check, ain't no bitch that can say that she dumped me (I'm cuttin' a, cuttin' a check) God in the hood, I run it (I run it) Name it, I done it (I done it, yeah) Lil' nigga ain't know nothin' (No, no) His bitch only thing 'round him bussin' (Oh, really?) Went to his mama house, shot up her crib, said we went too far (Said we went too far, brrt, brrt) Can't catch me in traffic, 160 the dash, can't hit this car (Skrrt, skrrt) He think she faithful, she meet a rich nigga, his bitch get bought (Mwah) Same nigga I used to smack up, bitch, when you get this hard? (That's crazy, pussy) Trauma teach these lil' niggas they better not play with the bird (Uh-uh, Freebandz) I got this fifty, get murdered, can't go out like Ja Rule on earth (Don't do that, Doe Beezy) He tried to jump in the streets and his brains got left on the curb (Bitch-ass nigga) Geekin' off pills, I wanna shoot everything that get on my nerves (Brrt, brrt, think I'm playin'?) Friday, ride through they hood on a bike, might kick they trash (Might kick they trash) But I'm Doe Beezy, I ain't lil' Chris, ain't a nigga gon' whip my ass (What? What? Fool), you dig? Lambo' too fast, better get out the way when I'm backin' out (Skrrt, woo, yoom, shit) Go get a shooter, we shoot up the nigga he braggin' 'bout (Brrt, brrt, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) I call his bitch and I'm smashin', she know a young nigga havin' (Young nigga havin', Freebandz) He come 'round here actin', castin', he gon' end up in a casket (Grrt, grrt, doo, doo, doo) I'll have my shooter pull up, hit his basket (Swish) Said he want drama, my niggas dramatic (Let's go) RBMG, murder fanatic (Gang) These niggas bitches, belong in a pageant (Pussy) I can't fuck with him, he ratted (No, no) Fuck wit' 'em, we make you get him tatted (Let's go) Your favorite rapper, he a pussy, I bet he gon' panic, I reach for his Patek (Nah, for real) Heard he was ballin', so I sent a hitter, my youngin came through and he batted (Brrt, brrt) Rollie don't tick-tock, but reach for this bitch, watch, this bitch gon' start dancin' Yeah, man, that bitch ain't nothin', I ain't even really want her touch, yeah (Oh, really?) Put together all my rhymes, but I'm far from a buster Make your bitch wait in line (Line, line), niggas gotta catch up just like mustard (Ayy) Every girl with me probably done sucked somethin' She said, "You got on too much money" (Ayy) She know my bitch gave her hush money (Ayy, shh) I buy Louis V like hush puppies (Ayy, yeah) I don't gotta eat, got drug stomach (Yeah) Take a G6, I feel like I got vomit (Ugh, yeah) Gettin' money, I swear that I got hot (What?) I remember, used to sleep on the cot (Yeah, huh?) Drug lord, yeah, my neck, it got rocks (Rocks) I love whores, but she love all the guap (Uh) Now she in my tracts while suckin' up cock (Ugh) Baby diamonds lay on my Gucci socks (Yeah) Stay with beams on the bottom of my Glock (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew) Pull out fifty-seven, I just opened the lock (Yeah) Man, I knew I had it because I got a lot So many cars, I need to go buy a lot Bitch, I'm hot like a Cheeto, black like Don Cheadle (Oh) Oh, that's your baby? Put her in fetal (Uh) Eternal Atake, open her keyhole (Yeah) Got a D-Eagle, clip on it see through (Oh) I got the Draco, don't think you heard me (Yeah) I make it fly just like a birdie (Brr) Niggas, they fake like a Perc' 30 (Yeah) Put holes in his shirt, just like a jersey (Brr) Niggas, they think that we cool (Yeah) Like Black Eyed Peas, I will fuck on your bitch just like she Fergie (Yeah) Did it on purpose, Birkin, I purse it (Yeah) In front of the opps, act like a virgin (Ayy) When that shit come, took all this purging (Ayy) The killers fuck with me, they gon' reimburse me (Ayy) Marni on Marni, bitch, I can get nerdy (Ayy) Pink diamonds on me, they look just like Kirby (Ayy) She arch from the back, man, that bitch keep it sturdy (Ayy) Drive around NYC like I'm not dirty (Oh, really? Ayy) Pills turned a nigga to a junkie (Ayy, junkie, skrrt) Came out the mud, sip muddy (Ayy, the muddy, Doe Beezy) Geekin', ho, peon be thinkin' I'm lackin' (Ayy), he play with this shit, get bloody (Doe Beezy, pussy) I tweak out with this thirty (Thirty) Hit the mall, blow a whole thirty (Let's go) My youngin, he really a savage, he caught him a body and thought it was funny (Caught him, caught him a body) Pussy-ass boy said fuck me, really just mad 'cause his bitch wanna fuck me (Fool) Young nigga flexin', I play with a check, ain't no bitch that can say that she dumped me (Fool) God in the hood, I run it (I run it) Name it, I done it (I done it, yeah) Lil' nigga ain't know nothin' (No) His bitch only thing 'round him bussin' (Little-ass nigga, scary-ass nigga, oh, really?) Yeah, yeah, this lil' bitch, she bussin' (Oh, really?) Yeah, then we shot at that nigga cousin Oh, really? (Yeah)