Kembe X, Hurt Everybody - Scratched lyrics
[Kembe X, Hurt Everybody - Scratched lyrics]
Good smoke for the weary soul
Mick drink water, I need my Remy cold
Best Sativa that I ever rolled
I smoke to every story never told
Cause she don't need to know
She the same, we the same scratched track
From the same scratched disk
Can't tame wandering vixens
I've slain warrior bitches
I'll change, ignore all my stitches
Baby I'll be back soon, I'm losing my mind
Like all good times we'll all fade by
Fear ain't part of my weakness
Spoke and gave you a thesis
Put a bull in a glass shop
And listen to every sequence
Dreaming 'bout how they eating
How the fuck we ain't eating?
It's a predators season
How the fuck we ain't eating?
Am I loving or feeding?
Are we dating or fucking?
Do we fuck for a reason?
Fuck all of her feelings
She don't fuck with my feelings
Told her I'll be back soon
You brusing my vibe
Quid Pro Quo said I got you if you got me
My eyelids so low oG Papi got me choppy
That's incomparable
To when I catch her and I
Lock her in like air-strikes
This might be a fair fight
I caught her with my bare hands
And held her up in paradise
Scuffin' up the game shoes
All this shit is brain food i can't lose
She came through with demons who
Dressed up as angels
Spliffs like it's Englands
"biznite" I'm wayne dude!
Fifth for the pain, you
Chasing the waterfalls
Facing my fathers flaws
Tracing my daughters palms
Thanks to the mighty call
The ocean met the sky
My heart cooking my brain
My eyes have opened wide
She spinnin' on my dick
And she skippin' on your disk
So you gets no scratch
Yo' tracks gettin no tick
Bank roll, pockets looking like a blow fish
I've been pickin' cotton like my
Grandest daddy ol' bishh (grandmamamamama)
I still ain't drop
So you judge me by my old shit
06' I was sixth grade, diagnosis
Brain broke
Script me up with Ridilin and more shit
I would trade the ceiling for the floor
Fucking with them yes-men you
Will never know shit
Puffin' potent at the pier posted
If the coppers come around Im'a ghost it
Feeling like the man
Scratch what anybody sayin'
Fuck a twitter troll tryna
Fuck wit anybody head
Catch me on repeat street
No skips I'ma run the whole ship ugh
Mick drink water, I need my Remy cold
Best Sativa that I ever rolled
I smoke to every story never told
Cause she don't need to know
She the same, we the same scratched track
From the same scratched disk
Can't tame wandering vixens
I've slain warrior bitches
I'll change, ignore all my stitches
Baby I'll be back soon, I'm losing my mind
Like all good times we'll all fade by
Fear ain't part of my weakness
Spoke and gave you a thesis
Put a bull in a glass shop
And listen to every sequence
Dreaming 'bout how they eating
How the fuck we ain't eating?
It's a predators season
How the fuck we ain't eating?
Am I loving or feeding?
Are we dating or fucking?
Do we fuck for a reason?
Fuck all of her feelings
She don't fuck with my feelings
Told her I'll be back soon
You brusing my vibe
Quid Pro Quo said I got you if you got me
My eyelids so low oG Papi got me choppy
That's incomparable
To when I catch her and I
Lock her in like air-strikes
This might be a fair fight
I caught her with my bare hands
And held her up in paradise
Scuffin' up the game shoes
All this shit is brain food i can't lose
She came through with demons who
Dressed up as angels
Spliffs like it's Englands
"biznite" I'm wayne dude!
Fifth for the pain, you
Chasing the waterfalls
Facing my fathers flaws
Tracing my daughters palms
Thanks to the mighty call
The ocean met the sky
My heart cooking my brain
My eyes have opened wide
She spinnin' on my dick
And she skippin' on your disk
So you gets no scratch
Yo' tracks gettin no tick
Bank roll, pockets looking like a blow fish
I've been pickin' cotton like my
Grandest daddy ol' bishh (grandmamamamama)
I still ain't drop
So you judge me by my old shit
06' I was sixth grade, diagnosis
Brain broke
Script me up with Ridilin and more shit
I would trade the ceiling for the floor
Fucking with them yes-men you
Will never know shit
Puffin' potent at the pier posted
If the coppers come around Im'a ghost it
Feeling like the man
Scratch what anybody sayin'
Fuck a twitter troll tryna
Fuck wit anybody head
Catch me on repeat street
No skips I'ma run the whole ship ugh