So I got edges that scratch
And sometimes I don't got a filter
yeah
Why?
Stooped down and out, you got me beggin for thread
To sew this hole up that you ripped in my head
I got some dirt on my shoes
My words can come out as a pistol
Stooped down and out, you got me beggin for thread
To sew this hole up that you ripped in my head
Hold it out, whoa
Try to hide it out, but my tracks are better
Stooped down and out, you got me beggin for thread
To sew this hole up that you ripped in my head