w i n t r s ø l e III. Lyrics

After my Grandfather passed away

It was after that, that I really kind of

Started taking music seriously for myself

My life changed dramatically

And that drive is just not what it used to be

I think as an artist you have to decide

Why you do what you do

Yeah stan me like this your last chance

Like its prom night and this the last dance

Like don't talk about me in past-tense

Seven years in still questioning my intentions

Why I gotta suffer

When you ain't holding up on yo end

Cause I been holding us up

Since see you again

Might never see me again

Play this song back nigga

Might never hear me again

Yeah all good things come to mmm

You already know

That's for the people asking for answers

They already know

Slowly been letting this go

Can't hold onto no more

Cut off the friends let them go

Yeah lately look around

And ask myself what do I have

Friends getting married having babies

Where the time at

See you found peace

I be asking where to buy that

All I know is pain

Nigga I can barely hide that

Oh you forgot I ain't the lucky one

Must've forgot what a nigga done

The pen gets hot when it's getting cold

Must've forgot that I'm a w i n t r s ø l e

Yeah, w i n t r s ø l e, yeah

Done holding my tongue

All I see is the comments

Rarely seeing the actions

Nigga wanna leave that's no threat to me

They leach off with ease

Then cap for the feed

That guy's my favorite

That guy's amazing, yeah

Look, take that shot to the head

Begging TeyOh don't stop now

But don't know what I said

How you fumble track after track

Take that shot to the head

Niggas playing games and they losing

Take that shot to the head

And they still try me like a rookie

My lines go over they heads

Like they were hoodie

Oh that's my bad

Told you I been the truth

Niggas couldn't pull out

But pulling the plug on you

Only needed to hit me after

Was you, something real

Only emoji's I got from you

Uh that's your bad

Ain't even met the kid

Probably have been his uncle

But Sammy ghosted the kid

I wanna be at a different place in my life

I'm proud of everything that we've done

No matter how big or small

Oh you forgot I ain't the lucky one

Must've forgot what a nigga done

The pen gets hot when it's getting cold

Must've forgot that I'm a w i n t r s ø l e

W i n t r s ø l e, w i n t r s ø l e

Want a lot can't hide inside no

No more I want a lot can't hide

Inside no, no more I want a lot

Can't hide inside no, no more

I want a lot can't hide inside no

No more I want a lot

W i n t r s ø l e yeah, w i n t r s ø l e

Want a lot