scarred lungs vol.1 & 2 歌词

	作词 : Michael Jordan Bonema
	作曲 : Michael Jordan Bonema
	[vol. 1]
	[Verse]
	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
	[vol. 2]
	[Verse]
	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
	[Outro]
	The rest of the world
	Break apart in slow motion

	zuo ci : Michael Jordan Bonema
	zuo qu : Michael Jordan Bonema
	vol. 1
	Verse
	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
	vol. 2
	Verse
	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
	Outro
	The rest of the world
	Break apart in slow motion

	zuò cí : Michael Jordan Bonema
	zuò qǔ : Michael Jordan Bonema
	vol. 1
	Verse
	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
	vol. 2
	Verse
	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
	Outro
	The rest of the world
	Break apart in slow motion

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