Ricoe - December Lyrics

(Heart so, head fucked up, can't even feel no
Now the feelings gone)
Heart so hurt, head fucked up can't even feel no more
I be around a whole lot of people I still feel alone
And they tried stabbing backs, now them niggas sleep with stones
Used to have love for this one bitch now them feelings gone
I know December cold
Shots we was sending those
Dress for the weather I got protection tucked in my Pelle coat
Opps, yeah, we finished those
I'm in a different mode
Plug on the yard, trappin' on camp I went through plenty bowls
And shorty I grew up with felons we was serving all the junkies
He slide on our block bet he ain't coming back in one piece
Caught me riding dirty I got locked up on a gun plea
Niggas said it's up when I get out they still ain't touch me
December cold, hooping on that block we running give and go's
Used to want to finish all the opps, now I got differnt goals
Used to ride around with the same glocks, now I got plenty poles
Mix uppers with depressants just to get in mode
Take drugs then sit work, wrote this song off a perc
Ion even like poppin pills, cuz it make my feeling worse
But my fans gotta hear it, even if them feelings hurt
They cuz they might find they self in the lessons I done learned
I done hopped on stage wit durk, still rockin white t-shirts
Wont beef about no pussy, but just let me fuck her first
I'm different then you niggas, can't take no bus to work
Bitch you can't run from this dick, betta bust it till you squirt
Heart so hurt, head fucked up can't even feel no more
I be around a whole lot of people I still feel alone
And they tried stabbing backs, now them niggas sleep with stones
Used to have love for this one bitch now them feelings gone
I know December cold
Shots we was sending those
Dress for the weather I got protection tucked in my Pelle coat
Opps, yeah, we finished those
I'm in a different mode
Plug on the yard, trappin' on camp I went through plenty bowls
And shorty I grew up with felons we was serving all the junkies
He slide on our block bet he ain't coming back in one piece
Caught me riding dirty I got locked up on a gun plea
Niggas said it's up when I get out they still ain't touch me
(They still ain't touch me)

(Heart so, head fucked up, can't even feel no
Now the feelings gone)
Heart so hurt, head fucked up can't even feel no more
I be around a whole lot of people I still feel alone
And they tried stabbing backs, now them niggas sleep with stones
Used to have love for this one bitch now them feelings gone
I know December cold
Shots we was sending those
Dress for the weather I got protection tucked in my Pelle coat
Opps, yeah, we finished those
I'm in a different mode
Plug on the yard, trappin' on camp I went through plenty bowls
And shorty I grew up with felons we was serving all the junkies
He slide on our block bet he ain't coming back in one piece
Caught me riding dirty I got locked up on a gun plea
Niggas said it's up when I get out they still ain't touch me
December cold, hooping on that block we running give and go's
Used to want to finish all the opps, now I got differnt goals
Used to ride around with the same glocks, now I got plenty poles
Mix uppers with depressants just to get in mode
Take drugs then sit work, wrote this song off a perc
Ion even like poppin pills, cuz it make my feeling worse
But my fans gotta hear it, even if them feelings hurt
They cuz they might find they self in the lessons I done learned
I done hopped on stage wit durk, still rockin white t-shirts
Wont beef about no pussy, but just let me fuck her first
I'm different then you niggas, can't take no bus to work
Bitch you can't run from this dick, betta bust it till you squirt
Heart so hurt, head fucked up can't even feel no more
I be around a whole lot of people I still feel alone
And they tried stabbing backs, now them niggas sleep with stones
Used to have love for this one bitch now them feelings gone
I know December cold
Shots we was sending those
Dress for the weather I got protection tucked in my Pelle coat
Opps, yeah, we finished those
I'm in a different mode
Plug on the yard, trappin' on camp I went through plenty bowls
And shorty I grew up with felons we was serving all the junkies
He slide on our block bet he ain't coming back in one piece
Caught me riding dirty I got locked up on a gun plea
Niggas said it's up when I get out they still ain't touch me
(They still ain't touch me)