Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Scars On My Feet , by - Stephen Marley. Release date: 26.05.2016
Song language: English
Scars On My Feet |
| Look at the scars on my feet, from this road I travel |
| But I’m seeing change gradual, I went from an apartment to a castle |
| Gravel on my feet, you see I took a lot of losses |
| Grindin' no matter what the cause is, I got a vision so flawless |
| Gained lot of scars walking on this road |
| Had my share of problems, only God knows |
| I came from kicking doors to a million records sold |
| I’m a platinum artist but my wrist gold |
| Rather it’s my freedom than to live broke |
| Still top swinging in this black Ghost |
| Tell the dealer give me mounts with no mirrors |
| Only looking forward, what I gotta look back for? |
| Cause the past 20/20 when it hindsight |
| Can’t see these (bitches) in my blind side |
| Only smoke the best to keep my mind right |
| Cause (shit) can get sour when you’re in the limelight |
| Used to be apartments now I’m sleeping in a mansion |
| Now I’m doing shows, baby dropping out them panties |
| Got it on my own, never had nothing handed |
| If you ain’t come from where I come from, then you wouldn’t understand it |
| (Flocka) |
| Look at the scars on my feet, from this road I travel |
| But I’m seeing change gradual, I went from an apartment to a castle |
| Gravel on my feet, you see I took a lot of losses |
| Grindin' no matter what the cause is, I got a vision so flawless |
| I done been through the headaches and the hassles |
| But only God can judge me with the gavel |
| They say I can’t rap but I can make millions |
| So I don’t care for your opinions, I ain’t asked you |
| I’m from south side Clayco got a tattoo |
| I’m a street (nigga) did what I had to |
| So we had to war, yeah I dabbled |
| Coming up wasn’t easy did it gradual |
| Bullet scars on my body had to battle |
| For my life, guess this karma coming back for me |
| For the dirt that I did, for this fast money |
| Just counting callouses feet from the travel |
| Bounce back, what ain’t kill me made me stronger |
| Live for today cause tomorrow never promised |
| Just a couple years ago we was broke (broke) |
| Now my bank account full of commas |
| (Flocka, Flocka, Flocka, Flocka, Flame) |
| Look at the scars on my feet, from this road I travel (you know) |
| But I’m seeing change gradual (you know), I went from an apartment to a castle |
| (urgh) |
| Gravel on my feet, you see I took a lot of losses (you know) |
| Grindin' no matter what the cause is (urgh), I got a vision so flawless |