love.scars Lyrics

(It ain't about the bones it's what's on top of 'em)

(On god)

(We on our Stevie Nicks shit we in the 80's right now)

(Ahhh)

She want Prada, want designer, she don't want whatever

Know I'll buy it she just gotta hold me thru the weather

Thru the waves thru the storms ragin' in the ocean

Thinkin' 'bout you, on my mind like I'm Frank Ocean

Gotta love me thru my sins, gotta love me thru my wins

If I'm drowning in my thoughts yeah you gotta help me swim

If that's too much to ask, you can send your sister next of kin

Euro steppin' thru these bitches like Ginobli to the rim

Thinkin' 'bout the Spurs, yeah i'm thinkin' 'bout Tracy McGrady

13 points in 33, yeah that boy goin' crazy

Thought I found the one the other day, her mind it too spacey

I don't like it when they basic, I need someone to chase me

Take me up and push me harder might just bust at the seams

Doesn't feel how it thought, nah it ain't like my dreams

I start overthinkin' now i'm tweakin' is this a scheme

Cut it off before it starts, now it seems like a theme

I wonder where it went, my child heart that loved so hard

Now I got these love scars, they're tearin' me apart

She want Prada, want designer, she don't want whatever

Know I'll buy it she just gotta hold me thru the weather

Thru the waves thru the storms ragin' in the ocean

Thinkin' 'bout you, on my mind like I'm Frank Ocean

Gotta love me thru my sins, gotta love me thru my wins

If I'm drowning in my thoughts yeah you gotta help me swim

If that's too much to ask, you can send your sister next of kin

Euro steppin' thru these bitches like Ginobli to the rim

Yeah she bad but unintelligent, I gotta dumb it down I'm too good I think I'm sellin' it

I had to ask my boy and he told me that I'm nailin' it

But I ain't change for nobody this shit is so irrelevant, I'm tellin' it

Tryna take off at the red light, I ain't tailin' shit

When it comes to drug tests, imma fail the shit

These love waves hittin' hard need to bail the ship

She sunk my shit like battleship, know you're the worst acknowledge it

I get too high to function, I ain't with the fuck shit

Actin' like you own me you gon' get left at the function

Thought I got over these love scars, they're still tearin' me apart

She want Prada, want designer, she don't want whatever

Know I'll buy it she just gotta hold me thru the weather

Thru the waves thru the storms ragin' in the ocean

Thinkin' 'bout you, on my mind like I'm Frank Ocean

Gotta love me thru my sins, gotta love me thru my wins

If I'm drowning in my thoughts yeah you gotta help me swim

If that's too much to ask, you can send your sister next of kin

Euro steppin' thru these bitches like Ginobli to the rim