Purple Hearts lyrics - Kendrick Lamar, Summer Walker & Ghostface Killah

 Mmm, tippy-toeing and I'm mud-walkin', hmm

Rollin' sevens, I ain't ready for no coffin

I know y'all love it when the drugs talkin', but

Shut the fuck up when you hear love talkin'

Shut the fuck up when you hear love talkin'

If God be the source then I am the plug talkin'

Yeah, baby, yeah, baby

Yeah, baby, yeah, baby


This my undisputed truth, uh-huh

My life is like forbidden fruit, my bitch know better than I do

A woman's worth, I barely went to church, I'd rather fast with you

Than fuck it up, fucking with skirts 'cause I'm rational

A nigga still gon' be a nigga, emoji heart, my family pictures

Two-steppin' away from rappers, I don't trust their true intentions

I'm not in the music business, I been in the human business

Whole life been social distant, hoes like, "When you not trippin'?"

I duck the party, who said they saw me?

Crown on Bob Marley, wrist on Yo Gotti

They gon' judge your life for a couple likes on the double tap

Them hoes is sorry, they all get bodied

I bless it that you have an open heart, I bless that you forgive

I bless it that you can learn from a loss, I bless it that you heal

I bless one day that you attract somebody with your mind exact

A patient life, flaws, bless 'em twice, and they'll bless you back


Tippy-toeing and I'm mud-walkin', hmm

Rollin' sevens, I ain't ready for no coffin

I know y'all love it when the drugs talkin', but

Shut the fuck up when you hear love talkin'

Shut the fuck up when you hear love talkin'

If God be the source, then I am the plug talkin'

Yeah, baby, yeah, baby

Yeah, baby, yeah


(How's love) How's love when it's heart to your soul?

But my nigga left, his ass on the road

Gossiping 'bout some shit you don't know

Oh, you ho (Yeah, yeah, yeah, fasho)

I hate it here, baby daddy still on my phone

I hate it here, asking if I been on the pole

I hate it here, if you keep lurking on the low

If you a fan, just let me know

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Now if it's love, I deserve to get some head on a balcony sometimes, sometimes

And if I feel where your heart can be, you'll still be a part of me

I love mine, love mine (Love mine, love mine)

Summer in the storm, I cannot conform

(I cannot conform, I cannot conform)

I just might love you still, just think I love me more

It ain't love if you gon' judge me for my past

No, it ain't love if you ain't never eat my ass

It ain't love if you just only tie me down because you seen me in my bag

That's why I'm anti-everyone before this mask


Mmm, tippy-toeing and I'm mud-walkin', hmm

Rollin' sevens, I ain't ready for no coffin

I know y'all love it when the drugs talkin', but

Shut the fuck up when you hear love talkin'

Shut the fuck up when you hear love talkin'

If God be the source, then I am the plug talkin'

Yeah, baby, yeah, baby

Yeah, baby, yeah


Yo, yo

Telekinesis, I'm purifying these D speeches

While I'm crying, I clean the feet of the sweet Jesus

Dreams, visions get blurry of the Elohim, it's light

It's known to tear retinas in a single gleam

Shut the fuck up when you hear His love talkin'

To the mind, it's God's cypher divine in a small portion, uh

Faded pictures, this global madness, the intervention

This world's in The Twilight Zone, this is the fifth dimension

God, please blow the whistle, we need an intermission

My good deeds in front of your door, I'm standing by the entrance

With heavy baggage, my brother's ashes

I seen tragic, I did dirt, smacked death and held it to that nigga cabbage

Love, we killin' greed, we killin' homelessness

And I don't give a fuck about this land, I want ownership

Bow your head for just God's sake

Listen what the stars say when I say it's God's way


Tippy-toeing and I'm mud-walkin', hmm

Rollin' sevens, I ain't ready for no coffin

I know y'all love it when the drugs talkin', but

Shut the fuck up when you hear love talkin'

Shut the fuck up when you hear love talkin'

If God be the source, then I am the plug talkin'

Yeah, baby, yeah, baby

Yeah, baby, yeah, baby

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