Epic Lloyd - Scars | Текст песни

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I've picked up a few scars

got a few more wrinkles but still breathing

I'm sore a little more in the morning but I'm feeling

pretty good overall on for my years

I'm not rich but got a couple extra bucks for a beer

And I'm here

I'm still moving I can flow I can hustle

A little fatter now with a bit less muscle

but I chuckle over things that used to keep me stressed

I'm not as much good looks but way more finesse

And I appreciate more than I had in the past

like getting the day off of work after a night being trashed

man I got a lot still

I got my heart and pride

my hair and size have changed but in my day man I…

rocked parts to the side

flat tops real high

rat tails in the back

lasers shaved so fly

spike cuts Faux Hawks

the wet look even

now it's clipped at the crib under the hat I'm receding

the shit's different

Lines, lines lines

write these songs along both my arms

the stories that I've piled on

they'll be here when I'm gone

Lines, lines lines

write these songs along both my arms

the stories that I've piled on

they'll still be here when I'm gone gone

I'm leaving the dreaming to those believing in fate

I'm sharpening blades

slashing my days

scarring the face

leaving a trace to follow

if I'm not here tomorrow

if you ever feel hollow

I'll leave my song in a bottle

So here I am

still standing on these wounded knees

I'm still spitting rhymes over the same beat CD's

had my run ins with death and worse yet I've watched dying

now my attitude is "fuck it" I choose flying

spanned the globe

smoked and rolled

hoped to grow

and grown to know that lots of folks say no

but I'm gonna go out trying

I am defiant

I'm yet to pass my prime although that's crossed my mind

I am inspiring

or else I'm dying with nothing

I'm struggling

but I'm loving that I'm struggling for something

I've stopped asking how to state exactly what my faith is

it's written mostly down upon these faded pages

talking mostly being honest and accepting changes

the rest is just details and phrasing

and shit's different different different

shit is different different different

scars

Lines, lines lines

write these songs along both my arms

the stories that I've piled on

they'll be here when I'm gone

Lines, lines lines

write these songs along both my arms

the stories that I've piled on

they'll still be here when I'm gone gone gone