Could’ve Had It All Quinn XCII

[Chorus: Adele]
The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinkin' that we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can't help feeling
We could've had it all

[Verse 1: Quinn XCII]
When I step in the room
The club go crazy
The lights come on
But I gotta stay true
Don't let my mind go lazy
Booty shaking on my song for a little bit of cash
Pull out my dick, I'm riding
Call me Rambo Stallone
See them white girls love it
Their girlfriends scream like "Music!"
Should've jammed on my own
Thinking of what I gotta say to show that I'm a humble artist
I'ma dream the farthest
So long to my relatives
Think a waste of time's what I'm doing
You a lame ass rapper, go home
Man fuck that
Rain man, beats go dumber
Real talk when the hood don't come up
Roll time with that window down
You gon' hear me now
Like what up, say now
What you mean that my shit pop?
Radio jams, girl this not
On the grind, cause we back for more
It's like Macklemore
In my thrift shop
We do it one time for the haters that'll make us
Do a lay up, or we dunk it down
So we stretch Paul up
What's the hold up?
Fruit roll ups in the back seat drunk and outta control
In the motherland
So we got all night, on the other hand
Girl, where your other man?
Old bay, and we rocking true
I might chop the roof
It's top down like Convertibles
Do
Real shit, hommie let it go
Two step, salt and pepper with oregano
Step in your dorm, they humming my sound
Chilling with blonde girls
Dumbing it down