Bloody Knuckles Songtext
von Medhane

Watching hands on the clock move
When you focused most these nigga try stop you
Only do it cuz i got to, push the pedal full throttle
Marching on the cobble, sorrow been bottled
When i saw truth had to chase it
Time wasted keep my thoughts racin
No waitin in this location
Under the sun by my brothers on the pavement
Demons tryn break in but we kept the locked door
Picking up the issues fam dropped off
Knuckles hit the drywall
Running but we not lost
Took some time off Stressing had me sick
Cut ties now i move like ashes in the wind
Never was the type of nigga fitted in
But i brought light like a filament
See you switchin and its tragic
Same nigga from the cradle to the casket
In the face of trouble i be laughin
Striking matches
Issues in the past tense
Severed my attachments
Niggas really wasn′t with me through them rough patches
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