Kid Bookie - Scars (Official Music Video)
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Produced by Billy Martin and Kid Bookie
Mixed by Romesh Dodangoda
Mastered by Sean Magee
Video Director: WOWA
Video Producer: Aura Vision Studios
Lyrics:
Backs to the wall again
All of them fucking suck
Backstabbing then you grab the knife and you twist it
Remove it then fist it to rub the salt in
the wounds cause you are twisted
But we love it when they open up and shit
Rolling up a spliff to forget the one yesterday
Because today is a new day and as you say
Tomorrow doesn’t count
Sets ablaze, witches, hex and chains
Ima mess today fuck it
Wear my heart on my sleeve,
I will protect my name let’s get it
Ayeee
I could give you something it would equal nothing
I could give you something it would equal nothing
She sees my scars across my face
(mirror is reflecting on me)
All I ever do is walk away
I hope I don’t cause you much pain
I only needed you the same
(But I could only tell her)
Inside this lonely poets head
The only road I know is going over a thousand thoughts
And the only road is death
Most are only meant
To teach you a lesson as a blessing
Instead their scars are a weapon to show you solely those are threats
Only loathing sex, fucking disgusting I feel so hideous
Really this is some bigger shit
To show me that my soul is going left
I hope you’re posting next
Checking social media frequenter
I need some peace in mah head
An erratic mess, tragic yes, savage texts,
Holding on to fucking hope again you want the bedroom ill sleep on the sofa then
Thinking you coulda just focused on holding your temper a second or longer
But you wanna feel a little bit sombre
I’m driven to drinking some rum with the coke in them
Feeling numb as fuck nowadays
I just stare into yonder and yonder and hour gaze
I’m an hour late to fuckin everything
I struggled to get out the bed again
Everyone acts like a friend of him
Maybe because of all the fuckin benefits
Or because of the sentiments you be spewin
Just to ruin the fun for the hell of it
I could give you something it would equal nothing
I could give you something it would equal nothing
She sees my scars across my face
(mirror is reflecting on me)
All I ever do is walk away
I hope I don’t cause you much pain
I only needed you the same
(But I could only tell her)
Written by Tyrone Hill and Billy Martin
© 2024 Marshall Amplification Plc
23 апр 2024
