Cameron Joseph Edwards - Wear & Tears

Yeah

Got a few wear & tears on my rock
On my block, on my stop sign
Call the cops
Know we running, call it a flock
Should've been here at this time on the dot
Watts, light up a room like just watch
Need me a fan, a tan, they all be calling me hot
Got a few wear & tears on my rock
On my block, on my stop sign
Call the cops
Know we running, call it a flock
Should've been here at this time on the dot
Watts, light up a room like just watch
Need me a fan, a tan, they all be calling me hot

Telling me it's impossible, i don't hear I just move
Over so many obstacles
Stop the truck, i got stuff i gotta unload
I'm so done, this no fun, only reason i'm here (Yeah)
Someone had left there machine gun
In lost and found so I shot the ground
With the laser beam on
Paddle you like ping pong (Whoo!)
I done been here for so long, my flows strong
My notes on 10
Gotta lot but most gone, my friends talk
My probe on 10
Industry is so tough, you never gonna make it
My flows on 10
I ain't never had ish, and my woes know
No industry friends

If i get on a track imma body you
Hollywood's Bleeding no Hollywood's out of view
Small town living like underground killing
I'm stopping the train and i'm running til out of fuel
Law being broken, feel like i'm a robber
Like Jesse James, we get the loot
Hating the fame, well yeah that's usual
Moving til i get the approval, my pupils is ruined
My suit is a Gucci, sike nah it's a Uno Reverse back to you
With a Rubix a Cube
And i'm foolish with music
My life is a whoot
Know It's hard to be human
My mom ain't produce it
I grew up on the planet Rap
Just Lose It, move it, jewels on jewels
Want the proof, then
Call me up, the housing unit
Number is 619, nevermind this
Is a waste of my time
Got more to worry about, my life
Filled with drama, a chick on the side
I know llama, i gotta grow up sometime
Looking at all these fine wine, nickel and dimes
Shut your pie hole, just lie
A 9-5, that'll be my life
If I stop with this rap ish, i ain't average
Want the cabbage uh

Got a few wear & tears on my rock
On my block, on my stop sign
Call the cops
Know we running, call it a flock
Should've been here at this time on the dot
Watts, light up a room like just watch
Need me a fan, a tan, they all be calling me hot
Got a few wear & tears on my rock
On my block, on my stop sign
Call the cops
Know we running, call it a flock
Should've been here at this time on the dot
Watts, light up a room like just watch
Need me a fan, a tan, they all be calling me hot

They all be calling me hot
S-T-O-P on the concrete
I know lots, of people who wouldn't stop
But i got all this baggage so imma stop
Write a rhyme or two, i gotta clear view
Now i'm renewed in a deep mood
Lobster, shrimp, enough call it seafood
Calling me evil
Got in the strength of God, and He never leaves me
Yeah, i don't need you and the TV uh
I just be shooting with a BB uh
All i need is beats, a melody, my Bible, and then the haters then see me
No revenge, all I want is amends
I been holy, with the hands
Up to the sky, I-I glance
See a new me this is, made friendships they ended
The end uh
Life is like a puzzle, you lose some pieces, some come back then
Life is great again, then you lose some more, then the end
Got a few wear and tears on my heart, it's still sharp
It's still large

Got a few wear & tears on my rock
On my block, on my stop sign
Call the cops
Know we running, call it a flock
Should've been here at this time on the dot
Watts, light up a room like just watch
Need me a fan, a tan, they all be calling me hot

Written by:
Cameron Edwards

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