Bobby Blaake - deep wounds Lyrics

I keep having these callings that manifest to my powers (Uh huh)
This emptiness to my stomach could makes me feel like a coward
Huge hole in my chest, like I been shot with a hauer
They tryna reload, to finish me, the voices get louder
Which motherfucker is fouler? With motherfucker got power?
I can't go day to day, with all this bitching per hour
When life gives these niggas lemons, they wanna devour
Get caught in the mix, then claim that these bitches be sour
Oh I know
I done been there before
A lot of people that gon tell you, they don't care about no score
But they steady tryna tally up that prada and Dior
Tryna ring up all your old friends, they press ignore
Tryna put all my shit on the table, but I'm constipated
Th-They worried bout their labeles, I'm getting aggravated
Cant comply with a statement, that's invalidated
If you wasnt battling cases, nigga It'd be fabricated
Worry about your own I got my issues (Huh-huh)
If I chose to kill myself today, you don't need tissues (No you don't)
Back to back, start flooding out my face, like I'm a rich dude (Uh-huh)
Fake till you make it, that's the only thing I cling to (Ah)
Atrocities surround my life, ignoring what I cannot fix (Bitch)
Martin Luther king, I had a dream that felt real ludicrous (Ah)
Depiction of my death, in that SRT, I'm real legit
Audition me to be a dying light in that new Racing flick (Huh-huh)
If I opt out, it's like Paul walker, that's a flashy scene (It is)
Boy I got the formula
Winning like John surtees in the Grand Prix (Skrrr whoo)
On the E way soaring, v12 roaring like a banshee
Got 2 links out the country, snowbunnies that from Tennessee (Uh-huh)
trip to Montgomery, I'm tryna blow up off that every green
Reach my peak of paranoia, scarier than Halloween
Tim burton wanna steal my craft, that nigga be off a bean
Bitches think they worth it getting treated like a canteen
I keep having these callings that manifest to my powers
This emptiness to my stomach could makes me feel like a coward (No, no, no)
Huge hole in my chest, like I been shot with a hauer
They tryna reload, to finish me, the voices get louder
Which motherfucker is fouler? With motherfucker got power?
I can't go day to day, with all this bitching per hour
When life gives these niggas lemons, they wanna devour
Get caught in the mix, then claim that these bitches be sour
Ooooooh, be sour (Ohhh these bitches be sour)

I keep having these callings that manifest to my powers (Uh huh)
This emptiness to my stomach could makes me feel like a coward
Huge hole in my chest, like I been shot with a hauer
They tryna reload, to finish me, the voices get louder
Which motherfucker is fouler? With motherfucker got power?
I can't go day to day, with all this bitching per hour
When life gives these niggas lemons, they wanna devour
Get caught in the mix, then claim that these bitches be sour
Oh I know
I done been there before
A lot of people that gon tell you, they don't care about no score
But they steady tryna tally up that prada and Dior
Tryna ring up all your old friends, they press ignore
Tryna put all my shit on the table, but I'm constipated
Th-They worried bout their labeles, I'm getting aggravated
Cant comply with a statement, that's invalidated
If you wasnt battling cases, nigga It'd be fabricated
Worry about your own I got my issues (Huh-huh)
If I chose to kill myself today, you don't need tissues (No you don't)
Back to back, start flooding out my face, like I'm a rich dude (Uh-huh)
Fake till you make it, that's the only thing I cling to (Ah)
Atrocities surround my life, ignoring what I cannot fix (Bitch)
Martin Luther king, I had a dream that felt real ludicrous (Ah)
Depiction of my death, in that SRT, I'm real legit
Audition me to be a dying light in that new Racing flick (Huh-huh)
If I opt out, it's like Paul walker, that's a flashy scene (It is)
Boy I got the formula
Winning like John surtees in the Grand Prix (Skrrr whoo)
On the E way soaring, v12 roaring like a banshee
Got 2 links out the country, snowbunnies that from Tennessee (Uh-huh)
trip to Montgomery, I'm tryna blow up off that every green
Reach my peak of paranoia, scarier than Halloween
Tim burton wanna steal my craft, that nigga be off a bean
Bitches think they worth it getting treated like a canteen
I keep having these callings that manifest to my powers
This emptiness to my stomach could makes me feel like a coward (No, no, no)
Huge hole in my chest, like I been shot with a hauer
They tryna reload, to finish me, the voices get louder
Which motherfucker is fouler? With motherfucker got power?
I can't go day to day, with all this bitching per hour
When life gives these niggas lemons, they wanna devour
Get caught in the mix, then claim that these bitches be sour
Ooooooh, be sour (Ohhh these bitches be sour)