SKAARS
Left everything I miss some of it but I won't be back
Finally, I feel right on track, what a way to keep my shit intact
I'm all packed, it's a simple fact
Till my name on everybody lips, till they owe me slips
Imma live on tips, I'm a money fiend gotta get a fix, gotta get a grip or I'm gone
Oh, you fixing to talk now, walls are worn out
We don't vibe like that anymore, not even if your motives might be pure, hey
I need a minute to, explain the path that I'm on to you
Do what you gotta do, I'm looking for purpose while I make my moves
You don't know where these scars from
Give time a chance, might heal some
When no-one else is there to save you
I hold the door for you to make it through
Please try to run away in my shoes
I'm only free when I'm in the booth
No-one knows what the future hold
If we lucky tho we gon' grow old
Been gone for a long minute
I don't think I ever knew what was wrong with it
I messed around with the wrong women
Far too many, they hear me talk but they don't listen
And honestly, I've had enough, I'm up to here, and Imma call that bluff
Yall hand down that same opinion, any child of mine will never fit your vision
I don't even wanna hear that talk like you understand, you don't understand
Black or brown means undeserving, every day till they close the curtain
And all of you bitches are doubting my gangsta, (what the fuck do you mean?)
While you would get high, I was gettin my master's (take it up with the dean)
I left to make a mark, came to get it on, but this ain't nothing cute
They said hard work will pay off, Now we about to pick the fruit, now lemme breathe
You don't know where these scars from
Give time a chance, might heal some
When no-one else is there to save you
I hold the door for you to make it through
Please try to run away in my shoes
I'm only free when I'm in the booth
No-one knows what the future hold
If we lucky tho we gon' grow old
You don't know where these scars from
Give time a chance, might heal some
When no-one else is there to save you
I hold the door for you to make it through
Please try to run away in my shoes
I'm only free when I'm in the booth
No-one knows what the future hold
If we lucky tho we gon' grow old
Finally, I feel right on track, what a way to keep my shit intact
I'm all packed, it's a simple fact
Till my name on everybody lips, till they owe me slips
Imma live on tips, I'm a money fiend gotta get a fix, gotta get a grip or I'm gone
Oh, you fixing to talk now, walls are worn out
We don't vibe like that anymore, not even if your motives might be pure, hey
I need a minute to, explain the path that I'm on to you
Do what you gotta do, I'm looking for purpose while I make my moves
You don't know where these scars from
Give time a chance, might heal some
When no-one else is there to save you
I hold the door for you to make it through
Please try to run away in my shoes
I'm only free when I'm in the booth
No-one knows what the future hold
If we lucky tho we gon' grow old
Been gone for a long minute
I don't think I ever knew what was wrong with it
I messed around with the wrong women
Far too many, they hear me talk but they don't listen
And honestly, I've had enough, I'm up to here, and Imma call that bluff
Yall hand down that same opinion, any child of mine will never fit your vision
I don't even wanna hear that talk like you understand, you don't understand
Black or brown means undeserving, every day till they close the curtain
And all of you bitches are doubting my gangsta, (what the fuck do you mean?)
While you would get high, I was gettin my master's (take it up with the dean)
I left to make a mark, came to get it on, but this ain't nothing cute
They said hard work will pay off, Now we about to pick the fruit, now lemme breathe
You don't know where these scars from
Give time a chance, might heal some
When no-one else is there to save you
I hold the door for you to make it through
Please try to run away in my shoes
I'm only free when I'm in the booth
No-one knows what the future hold
If we lucky tho we gon' grow old
You don't know where these scars from
Give time a chance, might heal some
When no-one else is there to save you
I hold the door for you to make it through
Please try to run away in my shoes
I'm only free when I'm in the booth
No-one knows what the future hold
If we lucky tho we gon' grow old
Credits
Writer(s): Walt Miguel
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