Scars
Sendin' message, hoping it gets through.
Making promises, dying to prove.
Driving hands free
Blood mixed with booze...
That's the way i drive.
Judge, what's the use...
What am I with no pride?
No black? What's left there to choose?
Is that what you call music?
Not true.
If i fall early, no need to dig through.
I had more than I deserve, mind you.
Leave me my ghosts
I don't know what am I If I don't
rave about ways of the world
Confronting make-believe foes
Counting dreams at the store
Even though I'm lost
There are new things I'm bringin' in
This isn't a mind talk, reasoning
It's the life fire springin' in
Maybe it's the same lame drivel here
But i got the feeling this is what's real
Meds don't taste sweet, all bitterness.
We might'n't be wantin' em, we needin' em,
Just means we're having a hard time admitting it.
19-20.07.2020
Rap lyrics for the beat: "Scars" sad piano rap beat.
2020-07-20 07:16:32
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