good times // blood stains Lyrics

I ain't scared of life

What you sacrificed

I don't think it's weighed out

Yeah

Who you think you are

What you've done for grief

When you think you'll lay down

Shut up

I prefer how life's written in my notes ay

Sums up highs and lows good times and blood stains

Maybe when I'm gone they'll see things my way

My way

Good times and blood stains

I'll go out with a bang for the final show

Just remember me by my notes and songs I wrote

All my imperfections, please

All my love and rage underneath

All the things I wanted to

Wanted to...

(I ain't scared of life)

(I ain't scared of life)

(I ain't scared of life)

(I ain't scared of life)

(Lay down, shut up)

Yeah, I could've sworn I'd figured it out when I was 19 ay

But the more I grew old I ran into more loopholes

I think I let my soul down now it's looking for a new host

New host

I volunteer my deepest thoughts to everyone

It's a weird feeling when the crowd knows what your mind is on

And I hate writing love songs too

I can't jinx that mood, sorry baby

But we can see if we'll make it

A better life is living in my notebook

Reason why the shows lit

Reason why I'm always on album mode

I gotta get the flows in

Unloading all my burdens

Forever on my toes like a ballerina doll

I'm feeling like I'm chosen

But when the mic switched off

And the beat don't drop then I'm empty

Maybe I'm just giving too much time to the melody

Hoping that it outlives me in their memory

Yeah

I was living on Penge high street with some real big dreams of a Bentley

Even though my head screwed on right now trust me

It was way too hot before you met me

Plenty of plays to make before I fold

The cards are showing aces I'm serving up Wimbledon blows

Salty are faces are screwing me more than ever before

Fray overcame, its written in stone

And have fun, don't leave is written in bold

As a tribute to the times I was bloody, teary-eyed, on the edge, and muddy

Losing friends, on defense, suicidal, bummy

Taking hits, making hits, throwing shit at the wall

Falling off, picking up, dusting off, giving up

The feeling of deserving more credit than they're giving us

The realisation that my own mind tryna finish me

The trouble is I have a hard time taking sympathy

The muddle, the middle son, the punishment to my lungs

The bleak world we live in

It's divine scenes I've laid eyes on

Yeah

My joy, my fears and wondering how I should use my voice

The choices made that ended up poisonous

The feeling that I've seen it all

That's what it means and more

So much more

I prefer how life's written in my notes ay

Sums up highs and lows good times and blood stains

I ain't scared of life

What you sacrificed

I don't think it's weighed out

Yeah

Who you think you are

What you've done for grief

When you think you'll lay down

Shut up