BUMPS & BRUISES

[Intro]
(I love you, 'Tino)
Yuh, uh, look

[Chorus]
I remember days I was lost in the soul
I remember days when your looks turned cold (Yuh)
Claim you my bro but you turned yo back
Even the Bulls switched on D Rose (Yuh)
I don't wanna deal with this no more
Can’t get the time back that you stole (Nah)
I'ma just chill be in my zone
I'ma just chill be on my own (Yuh)

[Verse]
Big-boi telling me "You could really do this"
"Don’t go to college that shit is too stupid" (Yuh)
"Put that money into what you was doin'"
Shit, leave the family lookin clueless (Yuh)
Shit, all these bumps and all these bruises (Yuh)
Shit, if I don’t start then I’m losin' (Uh)
Shit, takin my shot 'cause I’m shootin'
Homеtown underdog they’ll be salutin'
Uh, skinny as fuck, but I’m еatin'
I’m making my bucks (Yuh), I’m repeatin'
My standards are high so I never be reachin'
You talk all that shit, you don’t own what you preachin' (Nah)
I fucked up, did u dirty
I fucked up, came back, now you worried
If I’m on those games, if I’m being real
I’m down for you, girl, and that’s how I feel
(That’s how I feel)

[Chorus]
I remember days I was lost in the soul
I remember days when your looks turned cold (Okay)
Claim you my bro but you turned yo back
Even the Bulls switched on D Rose (Yuh)
I don't wanna deal with this no more
Can’t get the time back that you stole (Nah)
I'ma just chill be in my zone
I'ma just chill be on my own
(Chill be on my own)

[Post-Chorus]
I'ma just chill be in my zone
I'ma just chill be in my zone
I'ma just chill be on my own
I'ma just chill be on my own

[Outro: Comethazine]
I'm light-skin, but I'll do a nigga in (That's right)
I'll fight him, up the pipe 'fore I win
If I ain't got a pipe, put the knife to his chin
Let my-Let my dog bite him, now, he lunch for the pit
In the mall buyin' ice, on some broke nigga shit (Yeah)
5.56 split holes in your fit
MP-MP4 coupe, it blend in the wind (That's right)
Rich black nigga in the skin that I'm in (Yeah)
I'm light-skin, but I'll do a nigga in
I'll fight him, up the pipe 'fore I win
If I ain't got a pipe, put the knife to his chin (That's right)
Let my-Let my dog bite him, now, he lunch for the pit
In the mall buyin' ice, on some broke nigga shit
5.56 split holes in your fit (Yeah)