Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song For the Record, artist - H.I.M..
Date of issue: 02.11.2017
Song language: English
For the Record |
2 am on the flight headed back to the city |
Head is clouded with the baggage that you left with me |
So before I take off we need to clear the air |
And acknowledge some things that I ain’t know was there |
Shit, it’s on airplane mode |
Guess you’ll get this message much later on |
Wonderin if I lighten the load or carry on, should a nigga never look back and |
just keep on carrying on |
Bet that went over your head |
You so caught up in your feelings i’m throwin the net |
Facts on facts, it wasn’t always me and you |
Facts on tracks, thought of losing and then winning told you I changed that |
I loved every part of your pigment |
Told me to wait for it I was getting impatient |
Said I wasn’t focused but your vision was blurred |
It’s a jungle out here and in the end ain’t no H.I.M. |
without… H.E.R |
1 am still in Brooklyn and we mob deep |
Wrecking havoc in the stu' cus i’m a prodigy |
A dead clock in the room, runnin on no time |
Zombies in formation, we on a deadline |
Feelin like a X man, cus you still on my mind like Magneto |
We know, opposites attract, but big bro pullin us apart cus he don’t want us on |
the same side |
Now I gotta meet the parents |
But I left a bad taste in they mouth |
Cus they son tryna air me out |
Said I was pretty hard to read like prayers they fillin me out, and they still |
tryna figure me out |
Guess I was a blind spot, cus they ain’t really see us coming |
I was never tryna ride a wavw, turn a ripple into a tidal wave |
But you making claims that i’m a copy |
Now it’s time to GPS-ing, I mean really adressing |
I mean really say the things that got these niggas stressing |
For a kings Vs. |
a machine yeah that’s independent, I said that’s independent, |
oh Lord |
You tried to pull strings to have my shit taken down |
Not realizing I’m the puppet master now |
It’s a conversation now, if you don’t like it, just know they all fuckin with |
the sound uh |
So deal with it, no labels |
I made a H.I.M. |
cus I can and I was able |
For the music, and the culture |
And for all the niggas that had a shorty like H.E.R |
You was my Tasha on some ride or die shit until it got really ugly so I went |
ghost |
Two stars on the same network for hours, so you know it’s bound to be a stroke |
of some power |