Scrim - vena amoris Lyrics


It’s a smash

Frying all of my nerves, I been on the edge
They flying round me like birds, all they want is bread
They smiling all in my face but wish that I was dead
Just sign the deal of my life, can’t even tell my fam

Say the love the same, then say my name in vain
My lil bro love to say that I didn’t earn a thing
Was told the devil beating his wife every time it rain
And even as a child I understood that pain

Yea hold up, taught to kill them feelings when they creeping up
Yea hold up, all I really wanted was to be enough
Mamma tripping, daddy sipping, I was sleeping rough
I was taught to go to hell before we peace it up

Yea huh
What they want
What they want
What they want
What they want

What the fuck we on
What the fuck we on

Heard the good die young, must be why I ain’t die yet
Pop these pills start rolling like a hi hat
Whole gang rich, knowing me is like a life hack
Fight or flight, what you know bout living like that

Yea on my mamma I can’t fuck with them
On my dead homies, I swore that I would touch a M
Too many demons dog im tired of confronting them
Got no more love to give
I’m back up

I’m back up off the grid
Had to go get my mind right, find my peace within
You know it’s lonely at the top, but I guess a wins a win
Hoping these drugs gonna heal my pain, pissing in the wind

What they want
What they want
What they want
What they want

What the fuck we on
What the fuck we on

Scrim - vena amoris Lyrics

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