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Scars - EpicLLOYD ft. Nice Peter

Download Scars - EpicLLOYD ft. Nice Peter - http://hyperurl.co/aBadNameForRappers Follow me, EpicLLOYD, on IG @theEpicLLOYD Wassup everyone, So it's my birthday today (January 18th) and this song has been a long time in the making. I've been writing it, a little bit at a time, over the last few years on my birthdays, and this year I finally got it done. I've always said that scars are tattoos with better stories. Over the years I've managed to rack up quite a few slashes, cuts breaks, scraps and marks all over my body and they all have a different tales to tell When you add them all up, those stories make up much of the details and color of my life. So that's what this track is about. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed making it, if so please share it with your peeps. Huge thanks to Nice Peter for jumping on this track with me, it's always great to make music with that dude in any form. -eL Written and directed by EpicLLOYD featuring Nice Peter http:///   / nicepeter   Song mixed and produced by: Jose "Choco" Reynoso http://www.1200warriors.com Beat produced by: Downtown Music http://bit.ly/1kHkhr0 Director of Photography: Alana Fickes    / lovealanachan   Edited by Ryan Moulton and EpicLLOYD Costume Design: Sulai Lopez Make up: Brittany White PA: Shaun Lewin Grip: Yev Belilovskiy Produced by Michelle Maloney for Maker Studios CAST Frankenstein: EpicLLOYD Office workers: Nice Peter, Sulai Lopez & Pamela Svatos Lyrics: I've picked up a few scars got a few more wrinkles but still breathing I'm sore a little more in the morning but I'm feeling pretty good overall on the year I"m not rich but got a couple extra bucks for a beer and I'm here I'm still moving I can flow I can hustle a little fatter now with a bit less muscle but I chuckle over things that used to keep me stressed I'm not as much good looks but way more finesse and I appreciate more than I had in the past like getting the day off of work after a night being trashed man I got a lot still I got my heart and pride my hair and size have changed but in my day man I... rocked parts to the side flat tops real high rat tails in the back lasers shaved so fly spike cuts faux hawks the wet look even now it's clipped at the crib under the hat I'm receding the shit's different Lines, lines lines write these songs along both my arms the stories that I've piled on Lines, lines lines write these songs along both my arms the stories that I've piled on they'll still be here when I'm gone I'm leaving the dreaming to those believing in fate I'm sharpening blades slashing my days scarring the face leaving a trace to follow if I'm not here tomorrow if you ever feel hollow I'll leave my song in a bottle So here I am still standing on these wounded knees I'm still spitting rhymes over the same beat cd's had my run ins with death and worse yet I've watched dying now my attitude is "fuck it" I choose flying spanned the globe smoked and rolled hoped to grow and grown to know that lots of folks say no but I'm gonna go out trying I am defiant I've yet to pass my prime although that's crossed my mind I am inspiring or else I'm dying with nothing I'm struggling but I'm loving that I'm struggling for something I've stopped asking how to state exactly what my faith is it's written mostly down upon these faded pages talking mostly being honest and accepting changes the rest is just details and phrasing and shit's different different different shit is different different different scars