Really High Hills (Prod- Salugi)
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Lyrics
Yo, Salugi
Sometimes, it's just worth starting over
Even though you're growing older
Certain roads will just get colder
Shoulders feeling sore from straps
Attached to bags up on your backs
And close all torn to tattered rags
So slowly turn and stagger back
Through every word you wrote in raps
And every eigth you burned from sacks
because it helped you choose your track
Back before when you could have fought
For all this passion that you caught
Spending eight hour shifts, in the home depot parking lot
Recording over tracks with the mic on your laptop
Not because you wanna be there, but there's nowhere else to go
You had to free your mind, and could not do that at home
So you had to find a place where you could finally be alone
So you could finally feel creative, writing lyrics on your phone
Metronome keeps clicking, as new memories come up
You're tryna write a song, but only think of stupid stuff
Like High School, writing poems to bitchy girls to spill your guts
Who then share them with your peers, who point and laugh, and call you nuts
Or a couple years before that, writing songs right after school
Just scribbling notes on paper cause it made you feel cool
Got some lyric's to go with it, about love, cause you're a fool
Even then you thought you'd make it, cause your glass is always full
full of nonsense some would say, cause you're using shotgun tactics
Isn't that right Mr. Bray, but he taught you bout theatrics
So in you're book he's ok, but it would have been fantastic
If he'd given you that A, but he didn't know you cared
or were writing every day, and will probably never stop
Because you've always been that way, cause you've got to get it out
But can't find the words to say, until you finally write them down
and make the feelings go away
