keep coming back to this man so fucking wild

Prod by Kami: @yaboikami

Artwork by: www.instagram.com/thiago.saluthi/ & @bvdcxrtex

Lyrics:

(verse)
You tell me that your view is changin'
I tell you everything is just the same and
It ain't your fault that I'm hated
But you and me are long outdated

Empty promises lost within my nightstand
I can't stand that and neither can you

Honestly it makes me sick that
I can't fucking stand you

(Chorus)
Broken shards of glass
And head's on back
Now my veins are turning black
And my skull is fucking cracked

Am I even standing up
What'd you pour in my cup

Broken shards of glass
And head's on back
Now my veins are turning black
And my skull is fucking cracked

Am I even standing up
What'd you pour in my cup

(Bridge)

(Hook)
I'm going to war on myself
I'm stocking my shelves with liquor I fucking need help
I'm killing my brain cells tonight
I need to do this shit right

Silence my demons with sprite
I'm taking a flight
Leaving this city with spite
I made up my mind
I ain't gon' say goodbye
So don't you fucking try to keep me down

(Chorus)
Broken shards of glass
And head's on back
Now my veins are turning black
And my skull is fucking cracked

Am I even standing up
What'd you pour in my cup

Broken shards of glass
And head's on back
Now my veins are turning black
And my skull is fucking cracked

Am I even standing up
What'd you pour in my cup

I'm Mentally Stable, I SWEAR

Outdated

Scar$ is the Rat King and Grunge Prince — born from the underground, stitched together with scar tissue and everything he couldn’t bury.

He co-founded the Die Young Collective alongside his brother and frequent collaborator Quiteevil — one of the sharpest, darkest-sounding minds to ever press a key. But Scar$ doesn’t belong to one sound, one camp, or one lane. He’s a genre-dodging phantom with a voice like a warning.

His music feels like confessions scratched into the wall of a forgotten room. It's too raw to be performance, too personal to be fiction. Some songs spiral slow. Others hit so hard they’ll make your steering wheel twitch and your ex text back.

“You cannot define me” isn’t branding. It’s survival.
Scar$ slips between grunge, hip hop, industrial static, and alt collapse — sometimes stripped to the bone, sometimes chaotic enough to make your brain buffer.

He doesn’t create to please. He creates to survive.
Some pages you’ll read. Some are blacked out. Some are still burning.
The rest isn’t yours to read.

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@die-young-die-young

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