Scene_draft-1_30/7/23 Songtext
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I keep it bottled up inside and I just don’t know why
You never see the real me, you just see the other side
If I ever change my ways, will be when I decide
But I done failed a few times, now I fear it’s by design
Ugh, yeah, kickin' in the back door
Front doors been smashed from the blast force
Get the cash, get the stash, tell 'em "That’s all" (That's all)
Throw the bag in the back of the Rav 4
Hit the gas and the traffic, it won’t last long
Hunnid twenty goin' fast with a mask on
Speed cams on a lamp post, photograph speed
And record that shit like a Camcord’ (Chk-chk)
Look back, where the fuck has Cam gone? (The fuck?)
I told that fuck to stick to the plan
Now, someone gotta circle back
Get his ass back in one piece and not get caught (Fuck)
You know what, screw it
Whatever we get, he gon' get less than half of
Aight, Sam go, check the backroads
Here take a radio, you know the channel (Yeah)
Holler at us when you find him and when you do
I’ll give you our exact map coords
“Copy that, boss,” Now, that that’s all
Figured out, let’s get back to our scores (Woo)
44 bands, not bad (Not bad), that’ll get us all thr-
Woah, shut up, what was that, cops?
Somebody blew the whistle like a catcall
Down the asphalt, ah
Sped through the intersection, got hit
T-bone, difference is, we’re the carcass
Everything slows, see the scene from an optic
Different to our own but feel everything our bodies feel
Not a single cent of profit, don’t care
I’m just happy we did not get killed
Well, we don’t know that yet
Consciousness phases, not a single thing feels real (Real)
In amongst the wreckage, I dissociate
While the paramedics are negotiating
Whether to let me go or keep goin', maybe it’s karma
For the road I’ve taken and soberin' is not an overstatement
I’ve gotta change, it's the only way
That I'ma ever make it through those holy gates
'Cause I’m a father, what would my daughters think
To see they dad in a hearse get hauled away?
By his own wrong doings in the pourin' rain
I can’t call it a mistake if it’s all I’ve made
Of these 16 years that been culminating
I don’t want my grandkids to never know my name
I just wanna be there when I’m old and grey
Hope this epiphany lasts when I’m home again but
I know I still gotta serve time
Don’t know how long I'ma spend with the demons
But I'ma keep workin' through mine
And all of the times I’ll just stare at the ceilin'
Know I’ll be at work in my mind
Don’t know exactly what I’m gon' be searchin' for
But I am certain I’ll find
Whatever it is
I keep it bottled up inside and I just don’t know why
You never see the real me, you just see the other side
If I ever change my ways, will be when I decide
But I done failed a few times, now I fear it’s by design
Aight, that’s good
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I keep it bottled up inside and I just don’t know why
You never see the real me, you just see the other side
If I ever change my ways, will be when I decide
But I done failed a few times, now I fear it’s by design
Ugh, yeah, kickin' in the back door
Front doors been smashed from the blast force
Get the cash, get the stash, tell 'em "That’s all" (That's all)
Throw the bag in the back of the Rav 4
Hit the gas and the traffic, it won’t last long
Hunnid twenty goin' fast with a mask on
Speed cams on a lamp post, photograph speed
And record that shit like a Camcord’ (Chk-chk)
Look back, where the fuck has Cam gone? (The fuck?)
I told that fuck to stick to the plan
Now, someone gotta circle back
Get his ass back in one piece and not get caught (Fuck)
You know what, screw it
Whatever we get, he gon' get less than half of
Aight, Sam go, check the backroads
Here take a radio, you know the channel (Yeah)
Holler at us when you find him and when you do
I’ll give you our exact map coords
“Copy that, boss,” Now, that that’s all
Figured out, let’s get back to our scores (Woo)
44 bands, not bad (Not bad), that’ll get us all thr-
Woah, shut up, what was that, cops?
Somebody blew the whistle like a catcall
Down the asphalt, ah
Sped through the intersection, got hit
T-bone, difference is, we’re the carcass
Everything slows, see the scene from an optic
Different to our own but feel everything our bodies feel
Not a single cent of profit, don’t care
I’m just happy we did not get killed
Well, we don’t know that yet
Consciousness phases, not a single thing feels real (Real)
In amongst the wreckage, I dissociate
While the paramedics are negotiating
Whether to let me go or keep goin', maybe it’s karma
For the road I’ve taken and soberin' is not an overstatement
I’ve gotta change, it's the only way
That I'ma ever make it through those holy gates
'Cause I’m a father, what would my daughters think
To see they dad in a hearse get hauled away?
By his own wrong doings in the pourin' rain
I can’t call it a mistake if it’s all I’ve made
Of these 16 years that been culminating
I don’t want my grandkids to never know my name
I just wanna be there when I’m old and grey
Hope this epiphany lasts when I’m home again but
I know I still gotta serve time
Don’t know how long I'ma spend with the demons
But I'ma keep workin' through mine
And all of the times I’ll just stare at the ceilin'
Know I’ll be at work in my mind
Don’t know exactly what I’m gon' be searchin' for
But I am certain I’ll find
Whatever it is
I keep it bottled up inside and I just don’t know why
You never see the real me, you just see the other side
If I ever change my ways, will be when I decide
But I done failed a few times, now I fear it’s by design
Aight, that’s good
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