Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Scars , by - Scrim. Release date: 14.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Scars |
| Yeah, I’ve been ridin' with sticks, feelin' bad |
| Paralyzed and I can’t mo-oo-ove |
| Yeah, I’ve been ridin' thinkin' how I’m down bad (Down bad) |
| Antidepressants still every day, I’m sa-a-ad |
| Feel the pain when I think about my fa-a-am |
| Let it rain, wear the shit like a ba-a-adge |
| I’m jumpin' off the roof |
| I’m drownin' in the pool |
| Character stuck in a spoof |
| Lookin' at my wrists for the proof |
| Screw loose in my head, turned counter-clock (Counter-clock) |
| Paralyzed in my bed with the gun cocked (Gun cocked) |
| Everyday, tryna act |
| Everyday, sippin' Act |
| Everyday it’s this or that |
| Thinkin' 'bout you and I wonder where you at (Where you at?) |
| Missing pieces of me, leaving trails for you to find |
| Wipe my tears with the Glock when I start to cry |
| Yeah, I’ve been ridin' with sticks, feelin' bad |
| Hang out the roof, squeezin' on the whole mag |
| Paralyzed and I can’t mo-oo-ove |
| Stuck in this shit, no, I can’t mo-oo-ove |
| Yeah, I’ve been ridin' with sticks, feelin' bad |
| Hang out the roof, squeezin' on the whole mag |
| Paralyzed and I can’t mo-oo-ove |
| Stuck in this shit, no, I can’t mo-oo-ove |
| Countless Xanax, raise my panic to another height (Yeah, yeah) |
| Counting my wrongs, getting to where I can’t turn 'em right |
| Fight or flight, jumpin' through the window (Through the window) |
| Realizing that my life ain’t shit though (Ain't shit though) |
| Illusions runnin' through my mind, will it ever change? |
| (Yeah, yeah) |
| Keep my head down, gold frown, scattered brain (Woah, woah) |
| I got some shit I’m tryna do before I hit the grave (Yeah, yeah) |
| Ever since I got off of them drugs, my feelings ain’t the same, no |
| Yeah, I’ve been ridin' with sticks, feelin' bad |
| Hang out the roof, squeezin' on the whole mag |
| Paralyzed and I can’t mo-oo-ove |
| Stuck in this shit, no, I can’t mo-oo-ove |
| Yeah, I’ve been ridin' with sticks, feelin' bad |
| Hang out the roof, squeezin' on the whole mag |
| Paralyzed and I can’t mo-oo-ove |
| Stuck in the shit, no, I can’t mo-oo-ove |
| Paralyzed and I can’t mo-oo-ove |
| Stuck in the shit, no, I can’t mo-oo-ove |
| Paralyzed and I can’t move |
| Stuck in the shit, no, I can’t move, yeah |