KILLXANDER - SCRATCHIN'

Runnin' all my life, only the surface I'm scratchin'
Never wrote a bar just for a negative reaction
I won't tote a blicky, never. Speakers all I'm blastin'
Yeah, I think my 'stummy hurt, the way that I been fastin'
Rappers always cappin' and sappin' about their trappin'
But I'm laughin' as I'm flashin' my cash in different refractions
I painted the pretty picture and now I'm gonna sell it
For a couple million dollars, I know that I won't regret it
(Scratchin')
(Scratch, scratch)
Yeah
Yeah, but I could always better myself
Sick of people always thinkin' I don't care for myself
Although I said it, I'll admit it, I really really regret it
It was pathetic of my mental for me to even mention it
I'm doin' better to myself both mental and physically
I just recently rediscovered myself religiously
Sittin' on the rocks and I had me a damn epiphany
Life isn't worth being soppy and crying biblically
(Yeah) I just threw away my phone, lad
I can't even remember the last time I talked to my own dad
Always fuckin' stressed about my noti's, where my phone at
Life ain't fuckin' black and white, like an old Kodak
I can't discriminate, so you got a blunt? Just roll that
I won't take a puff, I'ma trust that you can control that
Scratchin' at the surface of my mental, where my soul at?
I just need to stop bein' pussy, where my balls at?
(Scratchin')
(Scratch, scratch)
Yeah
Sick of not feeling like I'm doing enough
I know my music's all I need to get it out of the rough
Bitches always talkin' shit, sick of calling their bluff
Need some time by myself with you, that's all I want
Gotta rediscover myself, and my definition
I think I'm having a premonition
I need to stop livin' my life as a pleasure guy
I just need to make myself happy to make the days go by
Yeah, but where's the answers?
They're deep within my psyche, I need 'em to spread like cancer
Life been getting fizzy like a fuckin' fresh Fanta
I been getting busy working on my silly banter
All my silly jokes are not gon' carry my life
How the fuck I'll get a job when humour is all I strike?
I bring the pain into the music from the day and the night
And I hope I can live my life with my girlfriend by my side
(Scratchin')
(Scratch, scratch)

Written by:
Alexander Matta

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