Heartburn
Sean Price Lyrics


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(Sean Price)
I love selling nicks at night, go home, to my son
Roll a spliff and watch Nick at Nite
I love it when my bitch cook, come home
To a hot meal, it's not real, the bitch can't cook
I love them bullets I sent you
You know what's up, I'm broke as fuck, and nigga the rent due
I love my moms and the drug habit
I love a double jointed bitch up in my craft splattered
I love snatching niggaz jewels up on the mass transit
I love busting in ya mouth, I know you can't stand it
I love it
I love it when you bob ya head to this
At the same time, giving the God head in the whip
I love it when I'm wit wifey, you say nothing
Right under her nose, I'm right under your clothes
And I love it

(Chorus 2x: Sean Price)
"All this love in my heart" In my heart y'all! (I got heartburn)
"And just enough to make 'em stop" uh-huh
"Only take us on the path" - P
"So it is on your mind" - and again

(Sean Price)
I love fist fights with brass knuckles
I love to get right with the 5th and make ya ass buckle po-po
I love mushrooms, I love to puff boom
Love living with you though it ain't much room
I love when you say my song is corny
At the same time, huggin' my nuts, the god stay horny
I love to flow, dog, tell me about it, the hoes
I love it raw dog, tell these are violets, you know?
I love Martin Luther, I love Malcolm X
Love Knotts Landing, love Falcon's Crest
I love wallabies, I love trees just as much
As I love collard greens, and cheese, bitch, I love it

(Chorus 2x)

(Sean Price)
I love to punch street niggaz
Rude awaken, food is taken, blun street niggaz
Ya'll motherfuckers phony, the father told me
To knock y'all niggaz out, quick then Antonio Tarber
Show me ya dollar, nigga, I'll show you the llama
The bullet blow throw holes through your armor, blam blam
Damn fam, you fucking with a grown ass man
Couldn't, picture my life different on Kodak cams
See, I'm on your block in a tore backed van
Jumped out with a new gun, hold that fam
Bah, Sean Price, past, present and future




Better late than never, whatever, I see you, I shoot you
I love ya

Overall Meaning

The song "Heartburn" by Sean Price is a tribute to the things he loves, despite the dark and violent nature of some of his lyrics. He speaks about enjoying selling drugs at night and spending time with his son while watching Nick at Nite. He also loves a lover's quarrel, which only ends in bringing them closer together. The rapper mentions his love for his mother, a drug user, and his affinity for taking other people's jewelry on public transportation. He even admits to having a sexual fetish for double-jointed women.


Despite the harsher elements he describes, Sean Price's lyrics offer an honest portrait of his life experiences, and how he found love in the midst of difficult circumstances. The chorus repeats the phrase "all this love in my heart" while also referencing his heartburn as a metaphor for the pain that coexists with love. The song speaks of Sean's love for things that make him happy, but in doing so, he also acknowledges the harsh realities of his life. Ultimately, Sean's lyrics paint a complex and raw picture of his life, packing a punch with each line.


Line by Line Meaning

I love selling nicks at night, go home, to my son
I enjoy selling drugs at night, then going home to spend time with my son.


Roll a spliff and watch Nick at Nite
I like to smoke marijuana and watch classic TV shows at night.


I love it when my bitch cook, come home, to a hot meal, it's not real, the bitch can't cook
I appreciate when my girlfriend cooks me dinner, even though it's not good, and it's not a realistic expectation for her to be a good cook.


I love them bullets I sent you, you know what's up, I'm broke as fuck, and nigga the rent due
I have affection for the bullets I sent you, even though I'm broke and need money for rent.


I love my moms and the drug habit
I care for my mother, even though she has a drug addiction.


I love a double jointed bitch up in my craft splattered
I enjoy having a sexually flexible woman in my car, making a mess.


I love snatching niggaz jewels up on the mass transit
I have a fondness for stealing people's jewelry on public transportation.


I love busting in ya mouth, I know you can't stand it
I take pleasure in ejaculating in someone's mouth, even though they don't like it.


I love it when you bob ya head to this, at the same time, giving the God head in the whip
I enjoy when a person bobs their head to my music and simultaneously performs fellatio while we drive in the car.


I love it when I'm wit wifey, you say nothing, right under her nose, I'm right under your clothes, and I love it
I enjoy cheating on my wife with you, knowing we go unnoticed, and I have a fondness for this behavior.


I love fist fights with brass knuckles
I like to get in fights while wearing brass knuckles.


I love to get right with the 5th and make ya ass buckle po-po
I take joy in getting into a gunfight with the police and causing them to retreat.


I love mushrooms, I love to puff boom
I enjoy using psychedelic drugs and smoking marijuana.


Love living with you though it ain't much room
I care for living with you, even though we don't have much space.


I love when you say my song is corny, at the same time, huggin' my nuts, the god stay horny
I enjoy when you criticize my music, yet still show me affection, which keeps me sexually aroused.


I love to flow, dog, tell me about it, the hoes
I have a passion for rapping well and attracting women.


I love it raw dog, tell these are violets, you know?
I prefer having unprotected sex, even though it puts me at risk for disease, and I assume you're aware of this.


I love Martin Luther, I love Malcolm X, love Knotts Landing, love Falcon's Crest
I have admiration for historical figures and enjoy watching soap operas.


I love wallabies, I love trees just as much, as I love collard greens, and cheese, bitch, I love it
I have a fondness for wallaby shoes, trees, collard greens, and cheese, which brings me happiness.


I love to punch street niggaz, rude awaken, food is taken, blun street niggaz
I take pleasure in physically fighting with street people, robbing them of their food and possessions.


Ya'll motherfuckers phony, the father told me, to knock y'all niggaz out, quick then Antonio Tarber
I think you're all fake, so my father instructed me to quickly knock you out, like a boxer such as Antonio Tarber.


Show me ya dollar, nigga, I'll show you the llama, the bullet blow throw holes through your armor, blam blam
If you show me your money, then I'll show you my gun and shoot bullets that will go through your protective gear.


Couldn't, picture my life different on Kodak cams
I can't imagine my life being any different, even if it was captured on film with a Kodak camera.


See, I'm on your block in a tore backed van, jumped out with a new gun, hold that fam
I'm present on your street in a run-down vehicle, and when I jump out, I have a new gun, and I'm ready to use it.


Bah, Sean Price, past, present and future, better late than never, whatever, I see you, I shoot you, I love ya
I'm Sean Price, and I exist in the past, present, and future, and even though it's late, I acknowledge you, and want to shoot you, while still having feelings of affection towards you.


All this love in my heart
Despite all the violent and negative things I've described in my lyrics, I still have love in my heart.


And just enough to make 'em stop
My actions and words may be shocking and intense, but it's enough to grab people's attention and make them pause.


Only take us on the path - P
We can only continue on the path we're on, and can't change the past.


So it is on your mind
I know my words have an impact on your thoughts and feelings.




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