SCARS ft. Jetpackief Lyrics

Oh I got so many scars now

Only time I back track is when I'm pulling cars out

I just made an M yeah, know I'm gonna ball out

Me and Jetpack link up, no we cannot fall out

Blowing down, posted in the round about

She fuck up one time yeah you out, ain't no countdown

And I'm always counting money baby, my hand start to cramp out

Half way through a pound, baby I can never land now

I had you stuck in my head

Life's gettin better

I've been counting racks up, counting the dead

I've been running out of space in my bedroom

Break her back, drop the top for the head room

I thought I told you I had these scars

Babe without you in my bed, these nights feel longer

Blowing on this gas, now my mind start to ponder

Been alone so long but now these Benjamins I grew fonder of

Should've locked you down cause you wandered off

Been a dog but now my collar off

And these VVs they color of the water

Oh I got so many scars now

Only time I back track is when I'm pulling cars out

I just made an M yeah, know I'm gonna ball out

Me and Jetpack link up, no we cannot fall out

Blowing down, posted I the round about

She fuck up one time yeah you out, ain't no countdown

And I'm always counting money baby, my hand start to cramp out

Half way through a pound, baby I can never land now

She my biggest fan, gotta treat her like a Stan

Old bitch left a scar, no I can't deal with that again

Thought she was a rider, was abandoned in the end

No, nothing last forever but ain't want this shit to end

I've been in my zone yeah, I've been in my zen

Had to let the pain out, I picked up the pen

Threw me to the sharks, didn't think that I could swim

But I already told y'all motherfuckers that I'm him

Got to smoke this pain away, I lost a couple friends

Smoking on this pressure while I'm riding in this Benz

Left her in the past, call her ass past tense

Can't be stressing over old shit, call that past tense

Oh I got so many scars now

Only time I backtrack is when I'm pulling cars out

I just made an M yeah, know I'm gonna ball out

Me and Jetpack link up, no we cannot fall out

Blowing down, posted I the round about

She fuck up one time yeah you out, ain't no countdown

And I'm always counting money baby, my hand start to cramp out

Half way through a pound, baby I can never land now