Stitches

Verse 1
I gotta make this Jawn for my mental health
Latley I just haven’t been feeling Like my self
It’s all a test from god all these cards bein dealt
Really got me out here questionin my wealth
I can’t sit and cry and ask why me
Pains temporary but heartbreak forever bleeds
Wonder if the ones who say they’d ride for me Would really go and ride for me cause they never seen this side of me
Boutta go for a walk imma take the long way bitch claim that she care but ain’t call me all day
Feels like I’ve been trapped in a fools game
Imma a survivor gotta stand up to my name
Lately I just been down in the blue
I do not have a clue
What I should do
This feels way past over due
Sleepin in way past noon
Then stayin up to 4 am when I got school

Hook
Stitches on my wounds man I hope they gonn heal
Nowadays everybody gettin killed
Gotta open up ya eyes tell the fake from the real
In a live or die situation this is not a drill
Stitches on my wounds man I hope they gonn heal
Nowadays everybody gettin killed
Gotta open up ya eyes tell the fake from the real
In a live or die situation this is not a drill

Verse 2
I don’t do this shit for nobody
I dare someone to come and try me
I will go ahead and catch a body
(I will go ahead and catch a body)
I ain’t even gotta be like that tho
But Imma do whatever I got to go do for my home
And anybody gotta problem can catch me at the doh
These bullets are like stone Goliath got hit in his dome (woah)

Hook

Stitches on my wounds man I hope they gonn heal
Nowadays everybody gettin killed
Gotta open up ya eyes tell the fake from the real
In a live or die situation this is not a drill
Stitches on my wounds man I hope they gonn heal
Nowadays everybody gettin killed
Gotta open up ya eyes tell the fake from the real
In a live or die situation this is not a drill

Verse 3
Get hit with that chrome
Talkin to my Tío yea he calls me through the phone
Got some good ideas and we callin it balone
Crazy how so much talent gets left alone
Stuck behind bars and they calling it there home
Wonder how many of my homies gone
Wonder if my momma ever listens to my songs
Don’t wanna talk about R.I.P’s in my songs

Hook
Stitches on my wounds man I hope they gonn heal
Nowadays everybody gettin killed
Gotta open up ya eyes tell the fake from the real
In a live or die situation this is not a drill
Stitches on my wounds man I hope they gonn heal
Nowadays everybody gettin killed
Gotta open up ya eyes tell the fake from the real
In a live or die situation this is not a drill