Really High Hills (Prod. Salugi)

Duration

2:00

Genres

Spoken Word/Perf. Poetry

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