Blame it on Monstah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, 2020 Corvette Bet it equal more sex 40 on my lap, pussy nigga, what's a car jack? (What's a car jack?) Choppa in the Lambo ('Bo) That's a lamb chop Young nigga habit still hanging with the have-nots (yeah) Rollin' 6-0s (oh) In the 6-4 (in the fo') Got some young niggas still quick to pull a kick do' (a kick do') With a baddie in the Wraith (in the Wraith) Even while I watch the stars (yeah) Still a hood nigga, still actin' like I'm not a star I'm still a hood nigga, that's just something I can't get rid of All my partners selling gas and I ain't talking 'bout no fill ups This lil' bitch gon' eat my sausage 'til she catch the fuckin' hiccups Don't call my phone if you ain't talking 'bout no money 'Cause I ain't gon' pick up I been eating likе a bitch, my pockets full and I can't sit up Bragging like you put in work Next thing you know that boy got hit up (uh-uh) My grind is onе of a kind I got a good pick of the litter (yeah, yeah, yeah) Leave my text up on that bitch then she started acting bitter (she stupid) In the drop top If you say a smoke out, you get hot box I told 'em send a message, bring his necklace then he got shot Lil' mama got that ass make you jump just like a hopscotch These niggas want me gone 'cause Lil' Yella in the top spot Yeah, 2020 Corvette Bet it equal more sex 40 on my lap, pussy nigga, what's a car jack? (What's a car jack?) Choppa in the Lambo ('Bo) That's a lamb chop Young nigga habit still hanging with the have-nots (yeah) Rollin' 6-0s (oh) In the 6-4 (in the fo') Got some young niggas still quick to pull a kick do' (a kick do') With a baddie in the Wraith (in the Wraith) Even while I watch the stars (yeah) Still a hood nigga, still actin' like I'm not a star Been-been-been hard on a ho I been the truth just like yo' mama said Watch-watch yo' fuckin' mouth I'm from the South, you spend yo' mama bread Pu-pu-pussy get a lotta head I-I-I come with expenses, 40 inches Ho, these ain't extensions Bi-bitch I'm with the pimpin' I-I-I gotta go, I'ma give you the ho But you do what you want when you with her (on God) 'Cause I know what she like, and she want me to wife But I told her I'm cold like the winter (I'm cold like the winter) I told her I'm good but she still on a pill And she all on the flo' and she geekin' (Huh) I told her to come when she get it together, she be wildin' out for no reason Look, 2020 Lambo (Lambo) They trap out the bando (okay) He roll up the camo (huh) with the strap, he got the ammo Pour-pour-pour me up the Tito (Tito) Hot-hot just like a Cheeto (hey) Walk up on my partner with that choppa, you get debo 2020 Corvette Bet it equal more sex 40 on my lap, pussy nigga, what's a car jack? (What's a car jack?) Choppa in the Lambo ('Bo) That's a lamb chop Young nigga habit still hanging with the have-nots (yeah) Rollin' 6-0s (oh) In the 6-4 (in the fo') Got some young niggas still quick to pull a kick do' (a kick do') With a baddie in the Wraith (in the Wraith) Even while I watch the stars (yeah) Still a hood nigga, still actin' like I'm not a star Yeah, wa-watch me scratch off in the 'Rari ('Rari) And I'm strapped up with a condom, tell that lil' bitch go to Maury And no sir, out them panties, said the lil' nigga got hardy (hardy) On my mama I was 13 bringing hammers in the party (party) Sneaking in the cabinet getting drunk off some Bacardi (yeah) I played that bitch back and you would think I was a artist (artist) Back in school serving packs, every day I'm damn near tardy Got gals in my Ed Hardy, she gotta good head on her Lil' mama a headhunter, young trapper, I'm dead honest Lil' nigga, I'm bread hunting, lil' baby got legs on her My car souped up, before the fame I was billy couped up Haters gouped up, but ain't nan nigga gon' come do nothin' 2020 Corvette Bet it equal more sex 40 on my lap, pussy nigga, what's a car jack? (What's a car jack?) Choppa in the Lambo ('Bo) That's a lamb chop Young nigga habit still hanging with the have-nots (yeah) Rollin' 6-0s (oh) In the 6-4 (in the fo') Got some young niggas still quick to pull a kick do' (a kick do') With a baddie in the Wraith (in the Wraith) Even while I watch the stars (yeah) Still a hood nigga, still actin' like I'm not a star

You know that I'm active, I'm where that check bitch I got to have it Count up these bills, use to sleep on a pallet You wanna run then bitch catch me in traffic Boy you a bitch you ain't having no motion Lil mama wet like a pool, something like an ocean Imma buy her a purse cuz that pussy the coldest Act a fool on IG but I really ain't social Ain't having no motion, I know you niggas ain't having no motion I see your pictures and how you be posting But I know you niggas not having no motion Ain't having no motion, I know you niggas ain't having no motion Yo bitch ain't like my bitch and yo bitch is bogus I know you niggas ain't having no motion Ain't having no motion you stuck in one place These pussies be jealous can see in they face Ain't reading them comments so can't see the hate I be chasing the bag so I'm staying up late I'm on my grind i ain't going on dates My bitch looking good wanna see how it taste Let me fuck from the back let me see how it shake I ain't taking no breaks, I ain't taking no breaks I'm on the gas my whole leg on the break Banana clip for a nigga trying to act a ape Gone off that drank finna pour me a 8 It ain't my birthday but I count up this cake Give a fuck if they hate Stuffing these bands in a safemy lil bitch wet like a lake Drop the top on the Wraith Ain't save these niggas or bitches Lil Yella ain't wearing no cape You know that I'm active I'm where that check bitch I got to have it Count up these billions or sleep on a pallet You wanna run them bitch catch me in traffic Boy you a bitch you ain't having no motion Lil mama wet like a pool, something like an ocean Imma buy her a purse cuz that pussy the coldest Act a fool on IG but I really ain't social Ain't having no motion I know you niggas ain't having no motion I see your pictures and how you be posting But I know you niggas not having no motion Ain't having no motion I know you niggas ain't having no motion Yo bitch ain't like my bitch and yo bitch is bogus I know you niggas ain't having no motion Niggas ain't moving like me Nawl these niggas can't do it like me Flip these bands and get to it like me If I can't do it who can do it like me They ain't even got pull like Got a lot of problems stay cool like me Who can break that bitch back act a fool like me Keep a lot on plate and get full like me These niggas be bitches these hoes be acting like niggas Want pressure so that's what I give em I'm thuggin I'm livid, these pussies be hating how I'm living Plus all of my niggas be winning Winning and winning, it's pressure we spinning and spinning Spinning and spinning and spinning Stack them bands to the ceiling, say lil bitch get out yo feelings These niggas play then we gone kill em, drill em yea You know that I'm active I'm where that check bitch I got to have it Count up these billions or sleep on a pallet You wanna run then bitch catch me in traffic Boy you a bitch you ain't having no motion Lil mama wet like a pool, something like an ocean Imma buy her a purse cuz that pussy the coldest Act a fool on IG but I really ain't social Ain't having no motion I know you niggas ain't having no motion I see your pictures and how you be posting But I know you niggas not having no motion Ain't having no motion I know you niggas ain't having no motion Yo bitch ain't like my bitch and yo bitch is bogus I know you niggas ain't having no motion

(La música de Harry Fraud) Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters What's the sense of it all? Pimpin', powder, and pussy, tryna make pennies See niggas lie on the stand, guess hell ain't harder than prison, who knows? In the '90s, a traffic stop get you tickets, a joke Now they find you a traffic stop, get you riddled with holes We be livin' too fast, we be sippin' it slow One of my niggas was sellin' work, now he sellin' out shows I meet Jay so that's growth, pay attention, take note You over 40 and movin' work, better be by the boat Better be by the dock, better not be by your home If niggas really wan' hurt you, they gon' leave you alone 'Cause them peoples is comin' Where your loyalty, youngin'? When a rapper say, "Free my nigga," his lawyers get hungry And everybody wanna be a trap nigga 'Cause them rap trap niggas get paid And don't nobody want to be a trap-trap nigga When them badge niggas got you on tape, yeah Art imitatin' life, I got to saying lies Got these suburbanites thinkin' y'all ain't afraid to fight Right in the mirror cryin' a little, you shakin', right? Your soul is in prison and there is no visitation rights Down South slangin' music with these hustlers Keep it true to self and never sell out with these busters (no) I ain't finna tap dance, I don't give a fuck though Keep it true to self and keep it cool when niggas cutthroat Run it Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters I got the cocaine lady, white lady, by the ki' (ki') Ayy, cup full of Texas, poured by the three (three) Hopped out the Porsche, went and sold me a P (a P) Smoke a pussy nigga like I rolled me a leaf (like a leaf, nigga) All smoke, put a hole in his teeth (ayy) Boom, bop, bam, put a hole in his cheek (ayy) Nigga talkin' tough but you a hoe in the streets (ayy) Come and get knotted, freaky hoes in the sheets (ayy) Hustle like a motherfucker (oh, oh), niggas servin' Scudder butter (oh, oh) Pussy niggas undercover (oh, oh), and I ain't stutter, motherfucker (oh, oh) Hit 'em with the blocka, blocka (oh, oh), quick to serve me a clocker (oh, oh) You borderline dick-suckers (oh, oh), tryna take some pics, suckers (oh, let's go) Baby, make your leg bend, yellow bitch, a red skin In DC like a Redskin, come and give me head then My youngins popped a lead in Nigga, swing your dread then Oh, you wanna tussle? We gonna see how niggas play it then (on God) Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers (yeah) Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters (uh, uh) Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers (yeah, look) Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters (Maxo, Maxo, Maxo) Down South slangin' (huh), servin' all these customers (uh-huh) Like Bill, I keep some pills, keep a Heath cliff like Rudy Huxtable (okay) On the real, you might get killed, don't touch my chain 'cause this untouchable Big black nine on my hip, yeah, I'ma shoot, that bitch ain't cute But she still fuckable (huh) Racks on racks, move packs, sell packs at school, had packs like Lunchables (alright) Tote gats on gats, .45s and MACs, we bust our straps at constables (boom) Hundred chops, my sack, no phone with her (ayy) On Adderall but it's still functional (vroom) Still aired out at her function, though (what?) That Draco so dysfunctional Used to be robber, Igbo Naija boy, go ask Wale (uh-huh) Yellow bone on top to give me sloppy toppy as I lay (suck it) Pull up on a opp, a chopper rocker hit him while he lay (boom-boom) I spend some chips to get you killed, my Crips gon' make you Frito Lay Bangin', we don't really tussle If I can't get that thang in, then I'm not finna go clubbin' (hell nah) Every since my bro got killed, I can't trust shit, I can't trust nothin' Can't even trust my Crips because a Crip killed Nipsey Hussle (Maxo, Maxo) Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters

Oh, hold on Phew Yeah Real diamonds, real diamonds on me (yeah) Only real diamonds on me (me) I pull up, they see the AP (yeah) I got the time in the streets, yeah (I do) Shit can get cold, ooh Stick to my vision, sail out on the road (road) Get it 'n' go, yeah, that's all that I know (yeah) 'Bout to go in, pardon my flow (yeah) Yeah Whippin' a Bent', chauffeur the Rolls (skrr) Ice the Patek, icy the stones Mix the baguette, with them rose (with them rose) I got a check, crush on the neck (yeah) Told her to fetch, hit like a wreck (hit like a wreck) Makin' it stretch, already flex (oh) I wanna sex, draw as a sketch (draw as a sketch) Before I dig in and she already wet (dig) A nigga play, we leave him right where we at (yeah) They pillow talking and I barely could chat She don't call me she gon' send me a text (send me a text) A nigga playin' and a nigga get whack (yeah) She from L.A. and her pussy a snatch Knock her down and put that mouth on the latch Real diamonds, real diamonds on me (yeah) Only real diamonds on me (on me) I pull up, they see the AP (bling) I got the time of the streets, yeah (yeah) Shit can get cold (cold) Stick to my vision, sail out on the road (road) Get it in go, yeah that's all that I know (all that I know) 'Bout to go in, pardon my flow (yeah, yeah) Hopped up out the car like a superstar Had to drop a couple bars just to prove 'em wrong (yeah, yeah) They thought I only was gon' dance, now they dance to my songs Turned 'em all Into fans, this what they waitin' for How could you hate on me? (Yeah) When I work hard seven days, all week? Some days I don't even eat or sleep Gotta hold down my family (yeah) Can't forget about my team (no) Yeah, real ones by my side (yeah) It's a cold world that's hard to find (uh) Gotta have ones who ride, yeah Real diamonds, real diamonds on me (yeah) Only real diamonds on me (on me) I pull up, they see the AP (bling) I got the time of the streets, yeah (yeah) Shit can get cold (cold) Stick to my vision, sail out on the road (road) Get it in go, yeah, that's all that I know (all that I know) 'Bout to go in, pardon my flow (yeah, yeah) Ha, all these diamonds on me (me) And all my diamonds on freeze (freeze) Racks poppin' out my jeans (jeans) Got a cup full of Codeine (Codeine) At night sometimes I can't sleep (sleep) Young nigga runnin' on E (on E) Baby girl, be my peace (peace) From all this drama in these streets (streets) And if they run up on me (me) I'ma leave somethin' on they teeth (bah, bah) Blood rushin' down his teeth (his teeth) I told you 'bout fuckin' with me (damn) Boy, you know I'm headed to the top (the top) Hell no, boy I won't stop (stop) Hey, young nigga gettin' his guap (guap) Nigga duckin' all these cops Hey, flex game proper (proper) Pocket full of guap and so I'm loadin' these choppers (hey) A nigga talkin' down, so I throw on his blockers Hey, Yella Makaveli, spend four on this, four more on these dracos (ooh) Big dummy shackle (ooh) Young nigga puttin' his poney bubbles Nigga want play, put a hole in his waffle (yeah) Back in the day, I did so many robberies Ooh, flexin' that ain't nothin' new (new) Put 'bout 30 thousand dollars in my tooth (yeah-yeah) You can't walk a mile up in my shoes Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh Real diamonds, real diamonds on me (yeah) Only real diamonds on me (on me) I pull up, they see the AP (bling) I got the time of the streets, yeah (yeah) Shit can get cold (cold) Stick to my vision, sail out on the road (road) Get it in go, yeah that's all that I know (all that I know) 'Bout to go in, pardon my flow (yeah, yeah) Can't lose Lil' baby tired but there's nothing I can't get through (through) Made it far in this life that I didn't choose (uh) I gotta pray, without faith you might lose (Bling)

Goddamn, lil' bitch on that coke like Montana Goddamn, lil' bitch on that coke like Montana I'm on hydrocodine, I'ma float like a phantom Baby need some protein, work her out like a dancer I got all the hoes and the snow just like Santa And we keep the sticks and the smoke, who want cancer? Knocking at that door, lil' nigga, you gon' get a answer Goddamn, baby, you got cakes like a pampa All about a buck, baby, bay just like Tampa Mane, that boy lil' boogie dawg ass got no manners Yeah, you got some ass but I can't fuck 'cause I got standards Don't watch me, better watch TV, yo' bitch might change the channel She was finna tell you she in love wit' me but I don't think you can handlе All black the coupe from the Chеvy to the Phantom Pop up wit my ru, that's lil' heck, he from Atlanta I might drop a deuce off purples stuff up on my Fanta I can't leave the crib unless I know I got the blammer Hit her wit' the hammer, if I don't she throw a tantrum Go on, bend it over, make it clap, this yo' anthem Run up on me, you gon' levitate like a phantom Keep knocking at that door, lil' nigga, you gon' get a answer Goddamn, lil' bitch on that coke like Montana I'm on hydrocodine, I'ma float like a phantom Baby need some protein, work her out like a dancer I got all the hoes and the snow just like Santa And we keep the sticks and the smoke, who want cancer? Knocking at that door, lil' nigga, you gon' get a answer Goddamn, baby, you got cakes like a pampa All about a buck, baby, bay just like Tampa That boy bad news, he a menace to society Everybody a rida but I ain't had nobody ride for me Everybody looking out but ain't nobody had a eye for me Shit ain't even that deep and you still chose to lie to me Damn, you must think a nigga brazy Lil' bitch, what's yo' motive? I hope you ain't tryna play me Walk it like I talk it, I keep ten on the pavement Smoke got me coughing off the Kup, I'm steady dazin' Been hot for a minute, I been motherfuckin' blazin' Mind been on the Benjis, steady motherfuckin' chasin' I can sense this sucka shit just off the conversation He'll doin' all that wolfin', guess he wanna be a patient Goddamn, lil' bitch on that coke like Montana I'm on hydrocodine, I'ma float like a phantom Baby need some protein, work her out like a dancer I got all the hoes and the snow just like Santa And we keep the sticks and the smoke, who want cancer? Knocking at that door, lil' nigga, you gon' get a answer Goddamn, baby, you got cakes like a pampa All about a buck, baby, bay just like Tampa

We got London On Da Track How you expect me not to eat you When I was starving you ain't feed me And now a nigga fed up, yeah Got two kids and plus I'm broke We been sleepin' on the floor And all you say is keep your head up I'm fed up (I'm fed up, fed up, fed up) I'm fed up, fed up, yeah (fed up, fed up, fed up) Fed up, fed up Selling dope outside my door until the feds come (Derez De'Shon) Selling dope outside my mama door, yeah Feel like I got to get it and I get it, I want some more (I want some more) I got two children I want some more but right now I can't afford Selling dope outside the 'partment building 'til they callin' the folks Just tryna keep on the cable, uh I'm just tryna keep it stable, uh I'm just tryna feed my babies Ain't nobody did me no favors, yeah Bills due, rents late, lights off, can't see in this bitch Fuck all that friend shit The friendships were last year, ain't nobody been real I'm by myself, I did it on my own, ain't asking for no help I been in and out of homes, sleeping on floors for real And my pride won't let me ask for help 'Cause lately I been hard, it's no love left How you expect me not to eat you When I was starving you ain't feed me And now a nigga fed up, yeah Got two kids and plus I'm broke We been sleepin' on the floor And all you say is keep your head up I'm fed up (I'm fed up, fed up, fed up) I'm fed up, fed up, yeah (fed up, fed up, fed up) Fed up, fed up Selling dope outside my door until the feds come They cut off the lights with no warning Eviction notice in the morning I had a bitch but she didn't want me (damn) She was pregnant but got an abortion (bitch) Everything I ever loved got took from me (got took from me) All you see pain, no love when you look at me (for real nigga) I swear these niggas ain't shit (ain't shit) How you say you love a nigga and you don't even like my Instagram pic? (how the fuck you do that nigga?) Everyday I hustle, get a script But all that name gave a nigga shit They took my brother from me They took my cousin from me They took the love out of me I swear I believed 'em and they tricked the fuck out of me The devil tryna play me and I'm praying I don't lose Popping medication, drinking booze Writing suicide notes while I'm making music Lord don't let me lose it (Derez De'Shon) How you expect me not to eat you When I was starving you ain't feed me And now a nigga fed up, yeah Got two kids and plus I'm broke We been sleepin' on the floor And all you say is keep your head up I'm fed up (I'm fed up, fed up, fed up) I'm fed up, fed up, yeah (fed up, fed up, fed up) Fed up, fed up Selling dope outside my door until the feds come

Good Good, good Good, good, good, good We got London on the track Girl, you know you mmm-mmm, good like Campbell's Can you blow the top off of me like a candle? Can I fuck you in L.A like we in Atlanta? Oh, no IG pic', no Gi-, girl, you know I want you like the key to the Lambo When I bust it, you bust back at me like Rambo I can tell you pigeon toed without no sandal Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Girl, I need you I need you like the beat in my chest (in my chest) I smoke on the best that come from the west side Girl, you look like Lisa Lopez, yeah, left eye, eye, eye, eye I'ma grind for that chest so hard that wall shake She go stupid on the head just like a top hat (ike a top hat) You can hate, but know the difference, you can't block that No, no, no, no, no, no Girl, I want you (ooh) Gi-girl, I need you Gi-gi-girl, I'm lookin' for you and I see you (I see you) Girl, you know I want you like the key to the Lambo (to the Lambo) When I bust it, you bust back at me like Rambo I can tell you pigeon toed without no sandal Girl, I know that pussy good without no sample (yeah) Girl, I want you like the key to the Lambo (to the Lambo) When I bust it, you bust back at me like Rambo And I know that pussy good, good, good, good, good Mm-mm, good like Campbell's Mm, good (good) Mm-mm, good like Campbell's Mm-mm-mm, good Pussy good, matter fact, bitch, it's the bestest (it's the bestest) I don't never hell, yeah, usher confessions Wanna have a threesome with you and your lil' bestie Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm cuffin', bitch, you arrested, yeah Girl, I want you (girl, I want you) Girl, I need you (girl, I need you) Girl, I'm lookin' for you and I see you Girl, you know I want you like the key to the Lambo When I bust it, you bust back at me like Rambo I can tell you pigeon toed without no sandal Girl, I know that pussy good without no sample Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah-ah-ah

The light was green, but I still waited I gave 'em love, and they still hated I put 'em on, and they still traded We beat the odds, and we all made it The only dreams we ever had was run them bands up My lil brother caught a ten, he gotta man up Seen him layin' in the casket, I can't stand up I do 'em, honey, its the life and what I stand for Free my dawg, dawg free, can't wait to say it backwards When the opp dropped, ain't nothin' but hand claps and laughter He throw it up because he blood, he a Redskin Before thе streetlights come on, you better hеad in Shoulda known he was a snake, I seen him shed skin They took my nigga life, he died on the dead end You said you loved me, I believed you, and I fed in To numb the pain, I pop these percs, and put the meds in The light was green, but I still waited I gave 'em love, and they still hated I put 'em on, and they still traded We beat the odds, and we all made it From all these permanent scars- This for all my dead homies Speak on them'll get you killed 'bout what you said, homie He from the streets, guess thats why they left him dead on 'em Blood in my eyes, I swear, all I see is red, homie From all these permanent scars Permanent scars, permanent scars From all these permanent scars Permanent scars, permanent scars Dead body hit the pavement, ain't nobody care But I bet they recordin' and its the grand share That shit kinda scary Body on me way on top, I swear I'm so prepared I swear I'm so aware, yeah Ain't nothin' gangster 'bout dyin', I promise I done seen niggas partner take money out they pocket (For real) He wasn't even dead yet, and its sad, 'cause he watched him Its ya man, its ya partner, I got mad but didn't stop him Got so many dead homies I gotta live for If I don't, who gon' pay all their mama's bills for 'em? If I don't, who gon' take care of all their kids for 'em? I ain't Superman, but I gotta be there for 'em From all these permanent scars- This for all my dead homies Speak on them'll get you killed 'bout what you said, homie He from the streets, guess thats why they left him dead on 'em Blood in my eyes, I swear, all I see is red, homie From all these permanent scars Permanent scars, permanent scars From all these permanent scars Permanent scars, permanent scars I done shot a couple people, no names Got a suspended license, still gon' ride for my people Real right, I got stripes, I ain't talkin' no zebra Lost my brother to the streets, I'm havin' smoke with the Reaper The shit I been through, can't believe I ain't got no scars Niggas pop up then they don't want no parts Yeah, you said that you my brother, you said you fuck with me I don't trust him, I got [? ] Up in the club with me, you don't fuck with me I got a couple knives in my bag, so I just might act a lil funny Got a lot of ice, can't let 'em take nothin' from me Whole lotta scars, can't believe I made it this far From all these permanent scars- This for all my dead homies Speak on them'll get you killed 'bout what you said, homie He from the streets, guess thats why they left him dead on 'em Blood in my eyes, I swear, all I see is red, homie From all these permanent scars Permanent scars, permanent scars From all these permanent scars Permanent scars, permanent scars