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• Artiste: Scrim
• Titre: All Graves Go Unvisited In The End
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Had people fuck me over I woulda never thought Fucking this bitch I told her choke me 'til she choke me out Need to be punished need to be hurt 'til it's out my heart Take that emotional pain turn it to a bunch of scars Feel like I'm not worthy for nobody Every month my dad remind me How I broke a bunch of promises When I was on all kinda shit I done paid his house Done paid his cards Gave him a car I couldn't afford Bought mom a car Bought Slim a car G need that cash for his little boy But this shit hurt, fuck, yeah Tryna show my younger brothers they gotta put in work, yeah, yeah I can try to give 'em the world but I can't give self-worth, nah, yeah I know that pain, pop it away 'til it gеts way past Percs, yeah, yeah Wishing it workеd Now what's right don't always feel good Trauma I done endured Gotta hear it when I sing to 'em Feel this ain't gonna end good Just wanna end these problems Think about it way too often, yeah Too scared to get close to these bitches So I run 'em off Most the time can't even fuck 'cause my dick too soft Don't know if it's meds or it's my head or if they turn me off If we gone do this, fuck me rough, and let me hit it raw Had this girl come into my life I think I'm falling for her Feel like she love me for me but hey I've been wrong before Told her my flaws, showed her the closet to my hidden bones Trying my hardest to be honest without sabotage Don't know if I'll ever be a father If I should even bother How do I raise a kid? Still tryna help my father Still stuck in a delusion These boundaries so confusing Can't bring myself to do it No more shooting up solutions I still ride 'til the Lord come calling on me Like fuck withdrawals I rather OD Like fuck these pills won't put me to sleep Ready to trade, these mills for a bit of peace Miss my my grandma miss my grandpa fuck I miss 'em all Hope they understand I love 'em just a little lost Hope they proud that I'm something Stunting like a boss When they see me face-to-face I know they see the cost And I just wanna end these problems, yeah, yeah, yeah Think about it way too often, yeah, yeah, yeah