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SCARS (feat. JAMIE EASTER)

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Hip-Hop/Rap

SCARS (feat. JAMIE EASTER) was released on October 5, 2022 by F4 PRODUCTIONZ as a part of the album No Fux Given

Song Details

AlbumNo Fux Given

Release DateOctober 5, 2022

LabelF4 PRODUCTIONZ

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM95

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Noah Maxwell

Songwriter

Lyrics

(Breathtaking beats)

It was early one Sunday morning some around nine o'clock

On my front door I got a knock-knock-knock

Looked out my window see my whole front yard was full of cops

I run out the back door in nothing but my sweatpants and socks

I dug down the alley hit the block and down the rocks

They can't find me man, I'm ? instead of roadblocks

They can't catch me man, fuck the cops

And all my friends will tell you that my name's been Dirty

And I ain't talking bout a nickname, I mean my name's really Dirty

10 years, the ? have been loking for me

And all my friends will tell you that I had a really bad drug problem

Some of my close friends, yeah I fucked up and robbed them

Too ashamed to pick up the phone and call them

Sometimes I wish I could go back and just start my whole life over

(Breathtaking beats)

If I had to choose to fight or to lose would it all be so simple

And my wife be enough

When the plans you have fail and it all starts to fall

All these years how you're wearing the scars from at home

(Wearing the scars from at home)

I'm sitting here drinking from my half-empty bottle

I'm rolling cigarette butts and going full throttle

That's when I turn my memories into poetry

That's my recovery from the shit I been through

I hit my knees and I pray for forgiveness for me and you

Cause this stain on my name, it sticks to me like glue

10 years down the road people still looking at me like fuck you

Excuse me for being harsh cause I'm just telling the truth

And I ain't making no excuse for what I have become

But that don't give you the right to treat me like a fucking bomb

I can only say I'm sorry and try to make up for the shit I've done

But I'll be damned if I'm gonna beg for a fucking friendship

Hah, what do I look like, some kinda sucker bitch?

If I had to choose to fight or to lose would it all be so simple

And my wife be enough

When the plans you have fail and it all starts to fall

All these years how you're wearing the scars from at home

(Wearing the scars from at home)

I used to think it was luck, why I wasn't coming up

In and out of handcuffs, no friends, no end, didn't give a fuck

Misdirected, justice said that I'm a fucking thug

Having a child was a blessing in this messed up life

Was the press thinking how to provide

Looking up to God, hoping he would guide

Now I'm watching tail lights like I never tried (Why)

Hardest part of it all is they don't see the change

I tried the most I ever have but ? remained

Always held back, like a ball and chain

I can't lean on anybody cause we all have pain

So I humble myself instead of behing hearthless

But that's when shit became the hardest

Gotta fight this darkness, not an option

Just a ? that we make the chase

But to the point I wanna kill I don't feel safe

They would've done this shit to me I wouldn't have done to you

Having to fight I don't love like I used to

Decided to try, they put me in a bigger bind

Devil pulling on me harder when I see the light

Everything I gain always had a bad side

Smile when I see my son, cry when I realize

That I put him in the same fucked up lie

Teaching him the ends, he's a pin on your wall man

If I had to choose to fight or to lose would it all be so simple

And my wife be enough

When the plans you have fail and it all starts to fall

All these years how you're wearing the scars from at home

(Wearing the scars from at home)

Written by: Noah Maxwell

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