Quinn XCII - Could've had it all lyrics

[Chorus] The scars of your love Remind me of us They keep me thinking that we almost had it all The scars of your love They leave me breathless I can't help feeling We could've had it all [Verse 1] When I step in the room The club go crazy The lights come on But I gotta stay true Don't let my mind go lazy Booty shaking on my song for a little bit of cash Pull out my dick I'm riding Call me Rambo Stallone See the white girls love it Their girlfriends scream like "Music!" Should've jammed on my own Thinking what I gotta say to show that I'm a humble artist Imma dream the farthest [?] to my relatives Think it's a waste of time, that's what I'm doing you a lame a** rapper go home Man f** that Rain man, beats go dumber Real talk when the hood don't come up Roll time with my window down You gon' hear me now Like what up, say now What you mean, [?] my sh** pop? Radio jams, girl this not On the grind, cause we back for more It's like Macklemore My thrift shop We do it one time for the haters that'll make us Do a lay up, or we gon' get down So we stretch Paul up What's the hold up? Fruit roll ups in the back seat drunk and outta control In the motherland So we got all night, on the other hand Girl, where your other man? Old bay, and we rocking true I might chop the roof It's top down like Convertibles Do Real sh**, hommie let it go Two steps, Salt, pepper, with organelle Step in your dorm, they humming my sound Chilling with blonde girls That man, down [Chorus] The scars of your love Remind me of us They keep me thinking that we almost had it all The scars of your love They leave me breathless I can't help feeling We could've had it all Rolling in the deep You had my heart and soul in your hands And you played it, to the beat [Hook] Roll your soul for every open door Count your blessings to find what you look for Turn my sorrow into treasured gold You played me back in time and we just watch it [?] [Verse 2] Now bump this sh** like you know the words That all my vocab big All talk till I hit them verbs You see, just throw this cig Done with all of that puff and blow Better man But you huff and broke Hanging lines up where nothing goes And you're way behind another MC Tell that your grinding See the whole damn thing be larger When you got friends backing your movement And we all get a little taste of the fame When your friend blows up and he styling Working all night You don't see him leaving alone and stressed out With the best out Coming alive we improve in sound With the violins and the alarm clock They waking me up when the hums stop And I mean that sh** no lie We living the moment and day Banging NWA Not in my city, no way Ride in your city we play all day Step in your dorm they humming my sounds Chilling with blonde girls That man, down [Chorus] The scars of your love Remind me of us They keep me thinking that we almost had it all The scars of your love They leave me breathless I can't help feeling We could've had it all Rolling in the deep You had my heart and soul And you played it to the beat