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Bruises Video (MV)




Performed By: Vnzo
Length: 3:42
Written by: Vincent S




Vnzo - Bruises Lyrics




That's so funny that you said that
Yeah, It's got me thinking
Yeah

Freshman year hustling, that year was crushing
That was the first year that I first started bussin'
With Jose BLVCK, and J'O on the track
Run that shit back
On the freeway, let the beats play, and I'm feelin' uneasy
Insecurities and demons follow me (Follow me)
Through every Christmas into each and every Halloween (This is Halloween)
I must say, we sucked back then
On the bus back then
Runnin' back Boom Bap's 'till we punch back then
I was dead (Dead) chillin' with the strap back then
Well at least at Enlace's when we was on some trust back then
But for real, I started in the trap wit' the mans
'Till he got stabbed in Miller Field and started palming them xans
Kid was off the loop, he talked to the booth
We would walk and defuse, first met right next to them hoops
And the strangest of it all, I miss that kid... I miss that kid
We used to talk about balling and I remember spittin' and stalling
In the Berry apartments, in Mikey's crib
When Halo 4 first came out
That shit was a jawn we lounged until the lights went out
And even though I was trash, they never had any doubt
Back to Jeremy, he lived in Park Hill
Him and P1 told me to always harvest my skill
Remember battlin' on the corner of the lane in the shitty weather and
I was pinchin' P1's sweater stead' insistin' I was better
Said I'd murk him with no effort, but I ran up out of lines
But it was chill, it was fine, those were some regular guys
They was mad cool
Jeremy I'm sorry that dude stabbed you
I know you're fine now and chilling but I ain't contact you
It's been more than a minute so I'm tryna keep it real
I only dropped over twice since you moved over in Dongan Hills
Remember at chyo' old crib we was out on the porch
With our lyricism it was war
Rappin' what we couldn't afford, nah

Piss pour, drown in shit's creak
Kickin' down doors, cannot settle the score with me
Peddle pot just to rebel the law
I said it before, f*ck the people that ain't believe
I had brothers of mine tellin' me that I would never achieve
Can't believe that's something they said to me, uh
Weird life when best friends become strangers (New phone who dis?)
I know that I can make it, just gotta know the right angels
Gotta shoot the right angles
Gotta pray to God consistent
Constant wishing I could cop a Benzy
Drop some bands in the mailbox for Mommy, isn't it funny?
Vinny Ninny Winny done started steady spittin' the bestest (The bestest)
Can end a verse but couldn't ever finish any of his testin'
In school classes sleeping dreaming of all the attention
The kind that wasn't bullies complexed by what he was dressed in
Or texting that he's stenching
Since then I just been stressing, man

It's just bruises
These ain't scars these is bruises
These ain't bars this is music
I'm more than a rapper, I'm a human
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That's so funny that you said that
Yeah, It's got me thinking
Yeah

Freshman year hustling, that year was crushing
That was the first year that I first started bussin'
With Jose BLVCK, and J'O on the track
Run that shit back
On the freeway, let the beats play, and I'm feelin' uneasy
Insecurities and demons follow me (Follow me)
Through every Christmas into each and every Halloween (This is Halloween)
I must say, we sucked back then
On the bus back then
Runnin' back Boom Bap's 'till we punch back then
I was dead (Dead) chillin' with the strap back then
Well at least at Enlace's when we was on some trust back then
But for real, I started in the trap wit' the mans
'Till he got stabbed in Miller Field and started palming them xans
Kid was off the loop, he talked to the booth
We would walk and defuse, first met right next to them hoops
And the strangest of it all, I miss that kid... I miss that kid
We used to talk about balling and I remember spittin' and stalling
In the Berry apartments, in Mikey's crib
When Halo 4 first came out
That shit was a jawn we lounged until the lights went out
And even though I was trash, they never had any doubt
Back to Jeremy, he lived in Park Hill
Him and P1 told me to always harvest my skill
Remember battlin' on the corner of the lane in the shitty weather and
I was pinchin' P1's sweater stead' insistin' I was better
Said I'd murk him with no effort, but I ran up out of lines
But it was chill, it was fine, those were some regular guys
They was mad cool
Jeremy I'm sorry that dude stabbed you
I know you're fine now and chilling but I ain't contact you
It's been more than a minute so I'm tryna keep it real
I only dropped over twice since you moved over in Dongan Hills
Remember at chyo' old crib we was out on the porch
With our lyricism it was war
Rappin' what we couldn't afford, nah

Piss pour, drown in shit's creak
Kickin' down doors, cannot settle the score with me
Peddle pot just to rebel the law
I said it before, f*ck the people that ain't believe
I had brothers of mine tellin' me that I would never achieve
Can't believe that's something they said to me, uh
Weird life when best friends become strangers (New phone who dis?)
I know that I can make it, just gotta know the right angels
Gotta shoot the right angles
Gotta pray to God consistent
Constant wishing I could cop a Benzy
Drop some bands in the mailbox for Mommy, isn't it funny?
Vinny Ninny Winny done started steady spittin' the bestest (The bestest)
Can end a verse but couldn't ever finish any of his testin'
In school classes sleeping dreaming of all the attention
The kind that wasn't bullies complexed by what he was dressed in
Or texting that he's stenching
Since then I just been stressing, man

It's just bruises
These ain't scars these is bruises
These ain't bars this is music
I'm more than a rapper, I'm a human
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Writer: Vincent S
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