Medhane - Bloody Knuckles lyrics

Watching hands on the clock move
When you focused most these
Nigga try stop you only do it cuz i got to
Push the pedal full throttle
Marching on the cobble, sorrow been bottled
When i saw truth had to chase it
Time wasted keep my thoughts racin
No waitin in this location
Under the sun by my brothers on the pavement
Demons tryn break in but we
Kept the locked door
Picking up the issues fam dropped off
Knuckles hit the drywall
Running but we not lost took some time off
Stressing had me sick
Cut ties now i move like ashes in the wind
Never was the type of nigga fitted in
But i brought light like a filament
See you switchin and it's tragic
Same nigga from the cradle to the casket
In the face of trouble i be laughin
Striking matches issues in the past tense
Severed my attachments
Niggas really wasn’t with me
Through them rough patches
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