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malcolm smalls – wounded كلمات اغاني

[verse 1]
took a dagger to the heart, cuts on the back
lost everything, i got crushed by all of that
the snakes done bit me, the wolves, finna get me
and i spilled enough guts, to make a muhf-cka sickly
i suffer from this thing, where my hearts on my sleeve
i can’t even find peace, when i close my eyes to sleep
i made a plan to murder karma, cause that b-tch keeps hauntin me
built friendships that wouldn’t last, i’m novice with the carpentry
got splinters in palms, f-ck i work hard
and i can’t trust a broad, i’m way too scarred
i can’t be down to earth, my mind’s in the stars
too scared to face reality and all the time i’ve lost
in a house so lonely, i’m talkin to myself
my pride the only thing, keepin me from getting help
became a nicotine fiend, just diminishing my health
and it’s getting to the point, that i’d do anything for wealth

[chorus]
don’t let me be around, when everything falls
when love turns to hate, pretend to miss calls
when everything goes, don’t go
do what youre supposed to do
i need to clean these open wounds
take the pain away..
do what youre supposed to do
i need to clean these open wounds
take the pain away ay

[verse 2]
my ex took apart of me, music taking all of me
and f-ckers think they’re helping me, with they fake apologies
nowadays i’m breakin down, need triple a to follow me
or double a, probably, my battery is poverty
i’ve been knocked down, counted out, sh-t i’m so swole about it
young cat exposed to violence, hurt, so i wrote about it
i been hit by warning shots, subliminals, don’t know who poppin
it’s hard for me to open up, surgery is not an option
tear, wonder will i see bloodshed, on some dumbshyt
facin the pain, letting the blunt-hit
turn up on the music, let it be thumpin
now i got a gang of fans, you would thought i jumped in
must suffer from self infliction on how i made my mark
fishin for a deal made me play with sharks
may need a transplant shyt, may have a change of heart
sufferer of parkinsons, i’m sorry for my shaky start

[chorus]

[bridge]
take the pain away, take the pain away, take the pain away

[verse 3]
so much weight up on my shoulders, standing on my own two
so d-mn starving, it makes stardom look like soul food
i ain’t too d-mn different, i’m goin through what most do
i just send the message through airwave, if not im going postal
so many d-mn tracks, i think that i’ma dope addict
double-crossed, like a vampire, there’s no attacking
i been hit hard by depression, now i’m slept on
i’m ready for my shot… i just put my f-ckin vest on

[chorus]

- malcolm smalls

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