Could've Had It All

[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

[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

Rolling in the deep

You had my heart inside of your hands

And you played it to the beat

[Hook: Adele]

Throw your soul through every open door

Count your blessings to find what you look for

Turn my sorrow into treasured gold

You'll pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow

[Verse 2: Quinn XCII]

Now bump this shit like you know the words

That all my vocab big

All talk till I hit them verbs

You see, just throw this cig

Done with all of that puff and blow

Better man

But you huff and broke

Hanging lines up where nothing goes

And you're way behind another MC

Tell that your grinding

See the whole damn thing be larger

When you got fans backing your movement

And we all get a little taste of the fame

When your friend blows up and he styling

Working all night

You don't see him leaving it alone and stressed out

With the best out

Coming alive we improve in sound

With the violins and the alarm clock

They waking me up when the hums stop

And I mean that shit, no lie

We living the moment and day

Banging NWA

Not in my city, no way

Ride in your city we play all day

Step in your dorm they humming my sounds

Chilling with blonde girls

Dumbing it down

[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

Rolling in the deep

You had my heart inside of your hands

And you played it to the beat