Lyrics

Trapped in a struggle and nowhere to head at night Head full of trouble is all that they're getting And nobody knows the suffering that they go through And you wouldn't believe 'em if they told you Trapped in a struggle and nowhere to head at night Head full of trouble is all that they're getting And nobody knows Nobody knows You feel that strain but it ain't the same And in your brain is an achin' pain Seem like your life gonna fall apart They say you only smile when you scorin' drugs And the hunger goes, what the fuck you know? You sniffin' up shit with a hundy note Heard you cut your wrist, couldn't take it, no 'Cause your bro OD'd in a vacant home And the Kerser tunes don't hit like they used to 'Cause he don't struggle and the feelin' ain't mutual Fuck! What you want it to be? You want me to hit drugs for the older me? First it was "Kers, man, I hope you make it" Then I got famous, they like to change Had a milli on the plate before the journalism phase Was it really worth it? Man, they gonna put that on my grave Give it my all or give it my all more Let me boys free, what I'm sittin' in court for Feelin' like there's somethin' I better do I don't wanna write an unwritten letter to Fans on my back like, "Make your old shit" I'm thinkin' like well, wait, I molded The scene how it is, what the fuck's with that? I've got nothin' back but a bunch of cash And that's sweet, I don't need the props Cunts'll get shot, don't come to Scott It's like the curtain call but the curtain falls When I R.I.P., they need Kerser more And that's fucked, but it's how the game goes Haters hate, we don't know the names though Break foes but I match it up I think it's all the drugs that are catchin' up, fuck Trapped in a struggle and nowhere to head at night Head full of trouble is all that they're getting And nobody knows the suffering that they go through And you wouldn't believe 'em if they told you Trapped in a struggle and nowhere to head at night Head full of trouble is all that they're getting And nobody knows Nobody knows Stoned days and I'm tryna hit cloud nine New clothes don't help in your downtime Had another meetin' on pills and shit And the outcome lookin' like millions flip They fear the shit then see the profit Set for life, I don't need the offers We be on it, we can fire or come If your music ends now, make a starter son I'm a star, that's fucked, I've got the vibe and the mood or Drivin' a two-door, why would I lose for? Cunts hate but it's part of the game Still a booze so I still tied to my name Hate I lost mates, hate some are snakes Hate some never stayed, hate dumb mistakes But we just march on 'cause I'm built like that Got a car logo on a bill I have What's the deal? My bad, I'ma hold it down They thought I would change 'cause I'm older now That's not the case, not a lot has changed Still hop on the stage when I'm off my face Still state to state and a venue still packed With a certain style rappin', get the revenue back And when no rest dropped, it tripled my net worth Worst Scott we've seen, but they're sayin' it's the best Kers Next first, have to exit the game lit Made hits and I still do the same shit Motherfuckers screamin', "Motherfuck Kers!" But it doesn't once hurt 'cause I'm only comin' first Lightin' a spliff, too smashed on a Qantas I promise, I'm gonna swear, I got this Clock ticks and I'm tryna get time back I'm smashed, and I'm tryna get my mind back (Mind back) man, I feel like I'm trapped Trapped in a struggle and nowhere to head at night Head full of trouble is all that they're getting And nobody knows the suffering that they go through And you wouldn't believe 'em if they told you Trapped in a struggle and nowhere to head at night Head full of trouble is all that they're getting And nobody knows Nobody knows
Writer(s): Scott Froml, Tim A Turner, Joel Gabriel G Turner, Kiril Ivanovski Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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