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lyrics
You the one put your hands on me
I the one, I was tryin to leave
I was tryna find my keys
How the fuck could you lie on me?
You didn’t care I was holdin Z
You didn’t care the twins was both sleep
How could you withhold from me?
Why you take em both from me?
The marks on my body
They read like a history of violence
They won’t let me forget
Scars on my surface
They serve as a permanent reminder
A body of evidence
And the bruises will heal with time
But the way that I feel inside
Know I’m worth so much more
Makes it hurt so much more
Why’s it always gotta end in a fight?
I don’t wanna go to jail tonight
And fuck what you said, bitch, that’s a lie
I’m losin, losin my mind
Losin, losin my mind
My mind
The frame of the end of the hallway I patched up with glue
(tryna hold my shit together)
The chips in these beautiful hardwoods I feel through my shoes (every step I take)
The wind blows through holes in my front door, that shit still aint cool (I’m still hot about that shit)
The plant by the sofa which once bore such succulent fruit
And the wounds will heal with time
But I still won’t change my mind
I deserve so much more
Makes it hurt so much more
Why’s it always gotta end in a fight?
I don’t wanna go to jail tonight
And fuck what you said, bitch, that’s a lie
I’m losin, losin my mind
Losin
Rat parks and scratch marks
My heart has built ramparts
I can’t watch the bad parts
Your awful, that part
You borrowed my cash card
That bottle you asked for
You got trashed then flashed
Then you crashed on the back porch
I fall through that trap door
And fall on my ass hard
I’ve swallowed my last sword
My torso got mad scars
The contusions will heal with time
But I ain’t gonna let that shit ride
Call 'im Ish, 👑 of tripped-out hip-hop. With Erik 🅱️lood, they harness the idea of the 3-minute song as soundscape, and it's just stoned cold bliss. Grant