Lyrics Quinn XCII – Could’ve Had It All
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The scars of your love
Remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love
I can’t help feeling
We could’ve had it all
When I step in the room
The club go crazy
The lights come on
But I gotta stay true
Don’t let my mind go lazy
Booty shaking on my song for a little bit of cash
Pull out my dick I’m riding
Call me Rambo Stallone
See the white girls love it
Their girlfriends scream like
«Music!»
Should’ve jammed on my own
Thinking what I gotta say to show that I’m a humble artist
Imma dream the farthest
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to my relatives
Think it’s a waste of time, that’s what I’m doing you a lame ass rapper go home
Man fuck that
Rain man, beats go dumber
Real talk when the hood don’t come up
Roll time with my window down
You gon’ hear me now
Like what up, say now
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my shit pop?
Radio jams, girl this not
On the grind, cause we back for more
It’s like Macklemore
My thrift shop
We do it one time for the haters that’ll make us
Do a lay up, or we gon’ get down
So we stretch Paul up
What’s the hold up?
Fruit roll ups in the back seat drunk and outta control
In the motherland
So we got all night, on the other hand
Girl, where your other man?
Old bay, and we rocking true
I might chop the roof
It’s top down like Convertibles
Do
Real shit, hommie let it go
Two steps, Salt, pepper, with organelle
Step in your dorm, they humming my sound
Chilling with blonde girls
That man, down
The scars of your love
Remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love
They leave me breathless
I can’t help feeling
We could’ve had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart and soul in your hands
And you played it, to the beat
Roll your soul for every open door
Count your blessings to find what you look for
Turn my sorrow into treasured gold
You played me back in time and we just watch it
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Now bump this shit like you know the words
That all my vocab big
All talk till I hit them verbs
You see, just throw this cig
Done with all of that puff and blow
Better man
But you huff and broke
Hanging lines up where nothing goes
And you’re way behind another MC
Tell that your grinding
See the whole damn thing be larger
When you got friends backing your movement
And we all get a little taste of the fame
When your friend blows up and he styling
Working all night
You don’t see him leaving alone and stressed out
With the best out
Coming alive we improve in sound
With the violins and the alarm clock
They waking me up when the hums stop
And I mean that shit no lie
We living the moment and day
Banging NWA
Not in my city, no way
Ride in your city we play all day
Step in your dorm they humming my sounds
Chilling with blonde girls
That man, down
The scars of your love
Remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love
They leave me breathless
I can’t help feeling
We could’ve had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart and soul
And you played it to the beat