Emotionally Scarred (Explicit)
Lil Baby"Emotionally Scarred (Explicit)" is a song by Lil Baby, released in 2020 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:12 long and contains 67 lines and 734 words.
0:22A love letter came through the mail, it said, "I miss you"
0:24I ripped it up and flushed with the tissue, try to forget you
0:26I ain't got nothing against you, we human, we all got issues
0:29But I'm tired of being tired of being tired
0:31That part of me done died
0:33I see it, then I don't, act like I'm blind
0:34I'm confident it won't be one of mine
0:37I know emotions come with lies, so I tell the truth all the time
0:39Ain't got no sympathy for no b*tch
0:41I admit that I'm rich and I'm lit
0:43Jumpin' up on stages, I get two hundred occasion
0:45Bro had really f*cked the game up, we made n*ggas shut they trap down
0:48They see how I made it, I'm the reason they won't rap now
0:51See me out in traffic, make a hater pull his hat down
0:53The biggest OG's salute me, a stylist can't even style me
0:56The robbers probably wanna get me, I'm hoppin' out Lamborghinis
0:59The youngins turn in my city, they try me, I get it cracking
1:02Some of this still would happen if I never had started rapping
1:04My people them still steady trapping and they still be getting active
1:07I tell 'em to chill, I'm tryna run up these M's
1:10Paid cash and then he post the crib (Nah)
1:12I can't show nobody where my mama live, that's how I 'posed to feel
1:15My niece just asked me were my diamonds real, I said, "Of course"
1:18I just played the hand that I was dealt, didn't have to force
1:20All around the world they know it's me, they hear my voice
1:23And I done it all in a pair of Diors, yeah
1:26Young age, learned how to get paid (We gon' get the money)
1:29Big stage, long way from Section 8 (Ballin' other countries)
1:32Big wave, he gon' have to get saved (Big old wave)
1:35Ridin' in the foreign, chiefin' on the forest
1:37I know I wasn't there for you, at least I said I'm sorry
1:40You know what it was, I told you that I was heartless
1:42I'm emotionally scarred, that ain't even your fault
1:45But don't listen to them haters tryna fill your ears with salt
1:48All this revenue coming in, I'll probably never spend
1:51I just bought my BM a Benz, now that's another Benz
1:53I just cut off all of my friends and brought my brothers in
1:56I don't see nobody but me, who I'm gon' lose to?
1:59I can't move around without tools, these n*ggas loose screws
2:02I can see me taking the lead over the new school
2:04They remember me from selling weed at my old school
2:07Only hit it once and now it's old news
2:09Blew up, who the f*ck would knew? Paint my Trackhawk Nipsey Blue
2:12If I get one, you get one too, I really move how bosses move
2:14I never call myself a G.O.A.T., I leave that love to the people
2:17Everybody can't go to the top, I had to leave some people
2:20I'ma be forever scheming, woke up, I thought I was dreaming
2:23Watched my lil' boy play with toys, I just dropped a tear of joy
2:25Some sh*t that I feel for
2:27I been going crazy with that scoring, call me baby Harden
2:29They say I'll be great, I guess I'm waiting for it
2:32Young age, learned how to get paid (We gon' get the money)
2:34Big stage, long way from Section 8 (Ballin' other countries)
2:37Big wave, he gon' have to get saved (Big old wave)
2:39Ridin' in the foreign, chiefin' on the forest
2:42I know I wasn't there for you, at least I said I'm sorry
2:45You know what it was, I told you that I was heartless
2:47I'm emotionally scarred, that ain't even your fault
2:50But don't listen to them haters tryna fill your ears with salt
2:53Young age, learned how to get paid (We gon' get the money)
2:56Big stage, long way from Section 8 (Ballin' other countries)
2:59Big wave, he gon' have to get saved (Big old wave)
3:01Ridin' in the foreign, chiefin' on the forest
3:04I know I wasn't there for you, at least I said I'm sorry
3:06You know what it was, I told you that I was heartless
3:09I'm emotionally scarred, that ain't even your fault
3:12But don't listen to them haters tryna fill your ears with salt
A love letter came through the mail, it said, "I miss you" I ripped it up and flushed with the tissue, try to forget you I ain't got nothing against you, we human, we all got issues But I'm tired of being tired of being tired That part of me done died I see it, then I don't, act like I'm blind I'm confident it won't be one of mine I know emotions come with lies, so I tell the truth all the time Ain't got no sympathy for no b*tch I admit that I'm rich and I'm lit Jumpin' up on stages, I get two hundred occasion Bro had really f*cked the game up, we made n*ggas shut they trap down They see how I made it, I'm the reason they won't rap now See me out in traffic, make a hater pull his hat down The biggest OG's salute me, a stylist can't even style me The robbers probably wanna get me, I'm hoppin' out Lamborghinis The youngins turn in my city, they try me, I get it cracking Some of this still would happen if I never had started rapping My people them still steady trapping and they still be getting active I tell 'em to chill, I'm tryna run up these M's Paid cash and then he post the crib (Nah) I can't show nobody where my mama live, that's how I 'posed to feel My niece just asked me were my diamonds real, I said, "Of course" I just played the hand that I was dealt, didn't have to force All around the world they know it's me, they hear my voice And I done it all in a pair of Diors, yeah Young age, learned how to get paid (We gon' get the money) Big stage, long way from Section 8 (Ballin' other countries) Big wave, he gon' have to get saved (Big old wave) Ridin' in the foreign, chiefin' on the forest I know I wasn't there for you, at least I said I'm sorry You know what it was, I told you that I was heartless I'm emotionally scarred, that ain't even your fault But don't listen to them haters tryna fill your ears with salt All this revenue coming in, I'll probably never spend I just bought my BM a Benz, now that's another Benz I just cut off all of my friends and brought my brothers in I don't see nobody but me, who I'm gon' lose to? I can't move around without tools, these n*ggas loose screws I can see me taking the lead over the new school They remember me from selling weed at my old school Only hit it once and now it's old news Blew up, who the f*ck would knew? Paint my Trackhawk Nipsey Blue If I get one, you get one too, I really move how bosses move I never call myself a G.O.A.T., I leave that love to the people Everybody can't go to the top, I had to leave some people I'ma be forever scheming, woke up, I thought I was dreaming Watched my lil' boy play with toys, I just dropped a tear of joy Some sh*t that I feel for I been going crazy with that scoring, call me baby Harden They say I'll be great, I guess I'm waiting for it Young age, learned how to get paid (We gon' get the money) Big stage, long way from Section 8 (Ballin' other countries) Big wave, he gon' have to get saved (Big old wave) Ridin' in the foreign, chiefin' on the forest I know I wasn't there for you, at least I said I'm sorry You know what it was, I told you that I was heartless I'm emotionally scarred, that ain't even your fault But don't listen to them haters tryna fill your ears with salt Young age, learned how to get paid (We gon' get the money) Big stage, long way from Section 8 (Ballin' other countries) Big wave, he gon' have to get saved (Big old wave) Ridin' in the foreign, chiefin' on the forest I know I wasn't there for you, at least I said I'm sorry You know what it was, I told you that I was heartless I'm emotionally scarred, that ain't even your fault But don't listen to them haters tryna fill your ears with salt
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