Records, Pt. 3 Lyrics

Yeh

I went ghost

And they don't fuck with me like they used to

But that's the shit that I'm used to

I could care but I don't choose to

They don't like me cos I back-chat

I'll rip the cunt off his snapback

If they crack, I'ma snap back

N I ain't talking bout Snapchat

I'm tired of all of that rap cap

Like why yous talking so loud

Posting up on the gram

But he can't go backing his mouth

I thought I'd figured it out shit

Thought I sorted it out

I got comfortable it went south

But I'm still that kid from the south

I got new blood stains on my boots

I been working my ass off what about you?

Back in my room with nothing to lose

Been numbing the pain with the bud and the booze

Us or you I left her to choose

Found the shit swept under the carpet

Like the gum stuck under my shoe

Damn

2K23

Her face on me

I could feel the feeling fading

I been busy being faded

Sitting in the same place just waiting

Ain't never been good with patience

Now I feel like a mental case

Seeing shit like a mental patient

Back outside tryna find my way

Back outside tryna find my way (Yeesh)

Back outside tryna find my way (Baow)

Back outside tryna find my way

Back outside tryna find my way (Yeh, I got, I got)

I got all this shit mean nothing to me

All this cash mean nothing to me

Fuck some bitch that's nothing to me

Outside tryna find my way

Back outside tryna find my way

Back outside tryna find my way (Baow)

Back outside tryna find my way (BIG6kYKTV)

Back outside tryna find my way (Lost con-, yeh)

Lost control this a game of guessing for me

All this shit just stepping on me

Gave her all indefinitely

Lost my favourite delicacy

I got new blood stains on my boots (You man ducking in Fortnite)

I been working my ass off, what about you? (We was out ducking them sheffers)

I sat down in my room feeling bad for myself (Lose a G every fortnight)

For a bit with nothing to lose (Cops giving out records like records)

Told mum jump into the car (Dishing out more than food)

Let's go get a carton n go for a cruise (Cah we know that dem all peckish)

I used to numb my pain with the buds (Bootings in the night, and the mornings too)

But now I just do that with the- (But that's what they get for acting all-)

But I'm still here

Vahsoong