Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Rodas
Joshua Rodas
Songwriter
Damon Rotoli
Damon Rotoli
Songwriter
Brian Luedetmoonsone
Brian Luedetmoonsone
Songwriter

Songtexte

Scoping I've got to Fuck out my way Dropping these facts Tryna rid off the slain Always stuck with some bullshit on my brain Ain't got no light for no bitch like the day Aye If you had seen what i saw you would've given a call Nothing at all, fuck it i'ma win & ball Start my own brand, conquer it all Aye aye I'm out here tryna get paid Just for the things that i say Living these days Livid my face Trapping the space Dropping these tabs tryna rid off the pain aye I feel all these thoughts going inside of my mind I don't know if i can come back this time, i'm on the dark side of my psyche Where it don't like me Why even put up a fight, lost my light so long ago Tell me i shouldn't let go, feeling wide open like a window Aye yuh Keep it bottled up continue on my strut Tell em that i'm great when i wanna give it up Even worse as i pour out my heart on a verse Rappers pretend to share my curse Hope you never prevail on this earth Kill the old me cause i'm sick of this hurt Wish i knew my family better They passing away without even knowing each other Just wanna be a man for my brother
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