Nick Frayzier - good times // 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
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

Written by:
Nicholas Stephenson

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