Tory Lanez – Heartbreak From Cell 210 (Lyrics & Video)

Heartbreak From Cell 210 – Tory Lanez Lyrics

Why? Why?

Oh-oh, why? Why?

You did me in the worst way, dissed me on my birthday

Got my heart so frozen on this road, I need a first date

It was on a Monday, flew out to my birthplace

Fucked another nigga in my city and left on Thursday

I was so heartbroken, dog, I had to skrrt to you

I gave you three years of my life, bitch, and you was thirsty

I feel like you cursed me in such a perverse way

Should've seen the devil in your eyes in our first date, ah

Sittin' in my whip, talkin' to myself, I feel so stupid, dog

How the fuck I let you trick me into thinkin' you was squad?

Need to focus on myself before I start to lose it, dog

When you lose the bitch you love, you feel like you gon' losе it all

Oh, oh, oh, oh

All I tried to do is get this money and thеn ball with you

I done had some bitches when I was in prison, they let my dog get 'em

Gotta crop 'em out the frame now, 'cause this a small picture

All bitches, young bitches, old bitches, tall bitches

All they want is all riches, probably let my brother hit it

Fuck about your BBL and titties if I ain't fuckin' with it

If you don't come with loyalty these days, then I ain't fuckin' with it

Youngin watchin' my brother Jay touch about a hundred-fifty

But wanna show me all the ropes, so tried to keep my gun here with me

Cryin' tatted tears all on my heart, I put a bucket in it

Prison calls, I ain't callin', shawty, bitch, I'm thuggin' in here

You all on my mind, you up there runnin' in there

Lil' niggas watchin' out for cops, just tryna run up in here

And all I had was heart for you, but you left nothin' in there

How much is it fucked up?

Niggas and these hoes be the same and they want me to fail

Stabbin' through the fire and the flame, it's like walkin' through hell

Yeah, okay

I done left for me to toast, getting through on either coast

Brodie had a jail for my cell, I sent him a vehicle

Told him get on his feet, I sent fifty-thousand and get it to him

My son growin' up fast and I ain't there to put the gear to him

Hurt my heart behind that visit glass when I be speakin' to him

Operator talkin' over stories that I'm readin' to him

I can't even get it worried, but I swear this shit is hurtin' me