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Scars

Track 1 off my debut EP:    • Elevating EP   Beat, mixing and mastering by Tapehead Vocals mixed and mastered by Hightop:    / @hightopsfeed   This was the first time I ever rhymed over one of my own beats. Recording this back in 2017 was a huge moment in my life, in terms of working out what and who I really wanted to be. I was bugging back then smoking weed all the time and had started to realise the extent that it was damaging my life. Recording this opened a lot of doors mentally, and helped me rediscover a passion for music which I was losing, and very soon after recording this I quit smoking for good, and have been sober ever since. Original mix:   / scars   Lyrics: Thinkin' bout the way I'm livin' Bunnin' morning til the evenin' Thoughts aren't leavin' it's a given Feelin' less and less driven Bout these zoots that I'm billin' Splat my brain on the ceiling, Tryna remember the feelin' I've been missin' Situation seems unforgiving And I'm seeming more distant But escape that is instant Once we're coexisting Move through doors, now I'm smitten Just to listen, never quitin' what I've written, Hittin' spots with stains like pigeons Now my brain's rejoiced How could I even have a choice Remembering the voice Slowly filling up a void, Whole outlooks changed, Not estranged still strange, But you called out my name, I was gettin' off the train, Who's to blame, Felt no shame, Played along with the game, But they don't feel the same. Partin' ways feel the pain Temporarily gone from the brain It's insane, and then these thoughts they remain, Rhyming to vent out the pain. Events of the past leave dents and mad scars, How can I last long at this game and go far? It hits hard, he's stealing cars for black tar, Riskin' bars, keeping crack in all of his black jars. The belt starts to slack, And then he's set to relax, That's just facts, Keepin' needles on wax. I can't cope, Seeing a mate in this state, Manipulatin' his fate, Through his corrupt mindstate, Past the point of too late, He's moved on from simple bakes, Tryna set my mind straight, Gettin' clouded by the haze, In a daze, In my days, saved by an evenin' blaze. Escapin' the craze, But always knowin' that it'll remain.