MIKE - scarred lungs vol. 1 & 2 lyrics
[MIKE - scarred lungs vol. 1 & 2 lyrics]
The feeling when you got robbed
Somebody playing with my mom
I hope it's not God
Somebody laying in demise
I hope it's not ours
How I'm staying in the grind
And got my pops sour
Gotta state it every time you try to pop off
It's not a hot hour, bruh
I got it locked off
Staring at the clocktower
Wonder what my moms on
I got power, and I got a harsh tongue
All of me is not coward
If you tryna start some
That's how my heart thump
On stage, I'm praying that these bars count
For a large buck, wasn't chasing stardom
Starstruck, I disregard love
That's why my guard's up
Dark year followed by a hard month
What a far lunge, scarred lungs
Sitting with my head in my hands, hold it in
Missing, I can spread it to gang
Ghost as shit tripping, why my eyes always
Damp? Roll a spliff
You shitting me, we right to the bank
In the kitchen, I be writing my thanks
Then, to abyss
Tell me that this life isn't damned i resist
Feeling like I died but the
Sand ain't hit the pit
Probably you should ride with your mans
I hit the crib
It's time you start revising your plan
You like a jit
I know it that my mind in a web
Do I exist, how I get behind every step?
Then I slip, smother up my line with regrets
'Bout to quit
My mother tongue hide in the stress
I couldn't spit
Another lung fried in the sess lost your kid
The rest of the world
Break apart in slow motion
Somebody playing with my mom
I hope it's not God
Somebody laying in demise
I hope it's not ours
How I'm staying in the grind
And got my pops sour
Gotta state it every time you try to pop off
It's not a hot hour, bruh
I got it locked off
Staring at the clocktower
Wonder what my moms on
I got power, and I got a harsh tongue
All of me is not coward
If you tryna start some
That's how my heart thump
On stage, I'm praying that these bars count
For a large buck, wasn't chasing stardom
Starstruck, I disregard love
That's why my guard's up
Dark year followed by a hard month
What a far lunge, scarred lungs
Sitting with my head in my hands, hold it in
Missing, I can spread it to gang
Ghost as shit tripping, why my eyes always
Damp? Roll a spliff
You shitting me, we right to the bank
In the kitchen, I be writing my thanks
Then, to abyss
Tell me that this life isn't damned i resist
Feeling like I died but the
Sand ain't hit the pit
Probably you should ride with your mans
I hit the crib
It's time you start revising your plan
You like a jit
I know it that my mind in a web
Do I exist, how I get behind every step?
Then I slip, smother up my line with regrets
'Bout to quit
My mother tongue hide in the stress
I couldn't spit
Another lung fried in the sess lost your kid
The rest of the world
Break apart in slow motion