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Cal Scruby

How The West Was Won

 

How The West Was Won

(album: Long Story Short - 2017)


(Cal Scruby)

This is the story about how the west was won
I can't remember what that lesson was, something bout how California got the best of us
While climbin to the top and fallin less in love
I hope they see what my investment was
And when I leave I hope I left enough
Ya know I don't mean to interrupt, I'm just checking up
I just called to say wassup, tryin to keep in touch, ya know
I got a lot to say I don't know where to start
We spending time together but we've grown apart
I got a lot of feelings that I don't record
I'm soundin like a broken record with a broken heart
I know it's hard to be honest and let it out
My last year was the longest without a doubt
Take an addy go missing in Cincinnati I feel like I'm -Boo Radley I never got out the house
But I'm done hiding, reminiscing and one-timing
The sun shining, Devil my demons I'm done signing
The dotted lines is empty, and even tho they tempt me, there's not a dollar sign they could offer that don't offend me
I'm not empowered by an hourly salary
A west side story snapping out of reality
I been eatin rappers, and if you countin my calories, I'm the biggest motherfucker in the galaxy

Know my city proud of me
Bentley [?] never doubted me
Look at who I was, who I am, who I'm bout to be
Told me aim for the stars, even when they grounding me
Everyday I thank them for the people they surrounding me with
I'm so cold I was bound to be sick
Jordan Flu-Game, signing blade bitches [?] tryin to kick it like I'm Lew Caine
I may be Johnny Cage, 500 dollar shades
Like it's sunny in the club it's always sunny in L.A

"I need a hit"

Bless my momma man she always knew my mental monumental I was always thinking bigger everybody was thinkin simple
I left the pad and pencil back in Sacramento that was accidental meant to grab that out the back of the rental
I bet whoever found it in that Corolla about to roll up, drop the hottest verse of the summer, go viral and blow up

Know what?
I swear I'm not even mad, but damn it was in my bag, I wish you could of heard what I had, yeah
I wish you could have heard what I had, yeah

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