Kid Bookie - Scars (Official Music Video)

Kid Bookie – Scars (Official Music Video) Add ‘Scars’ to your playlists now: Pre-save the album ‘Songs For The Living // Songs For Dead’: Follow Kid Bookie on: Instagram: Facebook: Twitter: TikTok: @kidbookie Spotify: Website: Produced by Billy Martin and Kid Bookie Mixed by Romesh Dodangoda Mastered by Sean Magee Video Director: WOWA Video Producer: Aura Vision Studios Lyrics: Backs to the wall again All of them fucking suck Backstabbing then you grab the knife and you twist it Remove it then fist it to rub the salt in the wounds cause you are twisted But we love it when they open up and shit Rolling up a spliff to forget the one yesterday Because today is a new day and as you say Tomorrow doesn’t count Sets ablaze, witches, hex and chains Ima mess today fuck it Wear my heart on my sleeve, I will protect my name let’s get it Ayeee I could give you something it would equal nothing I could give you something it would equal nothing She sees my scars across my face (mirror is reflecting on me) All I ever do is walk away I hope I don’t cause you much pain I only needed you the same (But I could only tell her) Inside this lonely poets head The only road I know is going over a thousand thoughts And the only road is death Most are only meant To teach you a lesson as a blessing Instead their scars are a weapon to show you solely those are threats Only loathing sex, fucking disgusting I feel so hideous Really this is some bigger shit To show me that my soul is going left I hope you’re posting next Checking social media frequenter I need some peace in mah head An erratic mess, tragic yes, savage texts, Holding on to fucking hope again you want the bedroom ill sleep on the sofa then Thinking you coulda just focused on holding your temper a second or longer But you wanna feel a little bit sombre I’m driven to drinking some rum with the coke in them Feeling numb as fuck nowadays I just stare into yonder and yonder and hour gaze I’m an hour late to fuckin everything I struggled to get out the bed again Everyone acts like a friend of him Maybe because of all the fuckin benefits Or because of the sentiments you be spewin Just to ruin the fun for the hell of it I could give you something it would equal nothing I could give you something it would equal nothing She sees my scars across my face (mirror is reflecting on me) All I ever do is walk away I hope I don’t cause you much pain I only needed you the same (But I could only tell her) Written by Tyrone Hill and Billy Martin © 2024 Marshall Amplification Plc