It's Just The Beginning Lyrics

Whisky on my scars

I don't see them, shit tight

Shot straight heart (last year in)

Bullet time (for your loss)

Pussy boy I beat you down the line (I'll be down)

Pussy toy I am jerking off my mind (shoot my mind)

I got the keys, hey

Living quiet, time to stop it

Say I'm crazy

You can shoot me, I'd still feel amazing

The world has got its plans, I tricked

The deal I mixed the stems, long nights

No peace, produced the beats

Mastered it, no, bitch I never miss

Burning blue face

I'm like blue whale in the food chain

Don't try to compare

Like "Cool J" in a Gap campaign

Fed the pace

My 2 tattoos kept me sane

Freed my pain

Knowing I'd never feel the same

I'm like felony, Hate but still watch me

Hit them with concrete

"Y a pas de sorcellerie

Démons m'applaudissent

Je rallume l'incendie"

I'm moving by the hook

Hitting glory, need a truce

1st, don't give a deuce

Delete me, no place for excuse

Adjust, pressure on my chest

I know, okay

I know the price to pay

Oh Lord, it goes

1 for the passion, 1 for the bread

1 for all the stumbles, 1 for the shame

1 for the corpses, fakes that I left

No I wish I did

Now get the fuck out my way

Bunch talking about achievements

Whispering at your ears what you can do best

When they are just fleeing from their own fears

Bitch

You see me acting different

When I just wrote a legend

Money your only segment

Memories make the difference

Shawty in my section

Shawty never missed

See you by sessions

Yeah I've been missing missing

Hey, going 100 I can't feel

Fast car, speed

For a while I feed my grief

Off sync

I know the tide is like a whim

Messing life dreams

Till there is nothing left of it

I kinda gave, kinda shown

What's on the bottom of my soul

From this body I'm a guest

That just pretend to ignore

Vanity door

Before I'm back to the worms

I am pouring drugs just to explore

If there is really nothing more

(Lightings of the store) I don't glorify the use

(Lighthouse from the shore) But to skip it would be a mistake

(6 foot 7 foot) Feel my limbs up to my core

(New step, raincheck) If I can break a secret door

"Je vois les gimmicks, je vois les rôles"

I am giving, none

But chain remorse to the one listening

I'm dodging wages, out the chains

Roll up my sleeves

Blew me out, made me weak

Like the fury of my weeks

I'm passing out at the crib

Hickey's traces from my "djinns"

And I bounced for a year

Making more than 10 will do

And I learned bout' myself

More than any job gonna prove

Cir-cle never been tighter

Miss your shot I cut you off I'll be

On the road to stardom

With or without joy