SCAR ON MY CHEST (feat. Swimlow)
Aye
Aye
My best friend rest in peace
My brother rest in peace
The rope lead to deceased
Dont take another please
Step up for my homies
Im surrounded by all of these
Dope ass mothafuckers
From Santa Ana
We puffin on trees
The California green
Yeah Im a cannabinoid fiend
Finna smoke a pound of weed
Then Ima get my ass to sleep
The California green
Yeah Im a cannabinoid fiend
Finna smoke a pound of weed
Then Ima get my ass to sleep
Yuh
My best friend rest in peace
But I dont get no sleep
The day you walked away
It took another part of me
I slit my wrist to remenisce
On distant memories
But it dont change
The single fact
It took a part of me
Id give it all again
To meet you at my end
To see your face
And clear the day
I still cant comprehend
And Im drowning
Downing
All these pills to stay afloat
Ask some things that no one knows
Id save you but you let go
What do I do when youre not home
All these things I shouldve spoke
Missin all the breeze
Back up on the lean
Nowadays I look away
So I could get some sleep
Miss me with that Whitney
Rather sip promethazine
And just like seein you
Ill hold the day when I get clean
Yuh
Aye
My best friend rest in peace
My brother rest in peace
The rope lead to deceased
Dont take another please
Step up for my homies
Im surrounded by all of these
Dope ass mothafuckers
From Santa Ana
We puffin on trees
The California green
Yeah Im a cannabinoid fiend
Finna smoke a pound of weed
Then Ima get my ass to sleep
The California green
Yeah Im a cannabinoid fiend
Finna smoke a pound of weed
Then Ima get my ass to sleep
Yuh
My best friend rest in peace
But I dont get no sleep
The day you walked away
It took another part of me
I slit my wrist to remenisce
On distant memories
But it dont change
The single fact
It took a part of me
Id give it all again
To meet you at my end
To see your face
And clear the day
I still cant comprehend
And Im drowning
Downing
All these pills to stay afloat
Ask some things that no one knows
Id save you but you let go
What do I do when youre not home
All these things I shouldve spoke
Missin all the breeze
Back up on the lean
Nowadays I look away
So I could get some sleep
Miss me with that Whitney
Rather sip promethazine
And just like seein you
Ill hold the day when I get clean
Yuh
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Moss
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