Scars To Stars

[Chorus]
I turned my scars into stars, oh
I never thought I’d make it this far
Suicidal tendencies, cutting up in the bathroom
I damn there overdosed, blacking out in the classroom
Shorty brought me back, she said she wish I never had two
Then I popped like four of em, I never made it to the bathroom
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I keep on telling people that my life is ok
I don’t want a funeral, I don’t fuck with churches no way
Ain’t talking chicken but we gone fry him like it’s Sunday
I got some niggas on my list that should be dead like yesterday
Them niggas starving, anorexic they need more plates
Just in case I overdose, I’ll say I love you in advance
I got so fucking fried I miscounted all my bands
I ain't gonna lie I had to do that shit again
Could give a fuck about my sins
I’m throwing caution to the wind
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Imma die tonight and then get reborn again
Imma kill a pint and watch my stomach twist and bend, oh
Yeah they keep forming knots I’m praying that it ends

[Bridge]
Imma take a trip up to Mars, that’s the highest I’ve ever been
All this blood on my garments, use lemons to soak it in, yeah
These lyrics are my parchment, I need a book to put it in, oh
I just wanna get the money could give a fuck bout women

[Verse]
Cus that’s the devil’s work
Niggas running up, they think shit sweet I bet that .40 hurt
Niggas merced, we steady dropping bodies
We keep on digging dirt
I got demons
They keep on reaching, always reaching
I’m sick of preaching, so sick of preaching
Everybody ‘round me different, damn why they changing?
Why they always hating
They don't like how I'm living, pussy come and change it
I did a lot to get to this spot and you'll never take it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I turned my scars into stars, oh
I never thought I’d make it this far
Suicidal tendencies, cutting up in the bathroom
I damn there overdosed, blacking out in the classroom
Shorty brought me back, she said she wish I never had two
Then I popped like four of em, I never made it to the bathroom
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I keep on telling people that my life is ok
I don’t want a funeral, I don’t fuck with churches no way
Ain’t talking chicken but we gone fry him like it’s Sunday
I got some niggas on my list that should be dead like yesterday
Them niggas starving, anorexic they need more plates
Just in case I overdose, I’ll say I love you in advance
I got so fucking fried I miscounted all my bands
I ain't gonna lie I had to do that shit again
Could give a fuck about my sins
I’m throwing caution to the wind
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Imma die tonight and then get reborn again
Imma kill a pint and watch my stomach twist and bend, oh
Yeah they keep forming knots I’m praying that it ends