For The Record versuri

For The Record lyrics by Gibby Stites

Verse 1: Gibby Stites
I wake and get to working, I’ma make it, that’s for certain
Don’t see the sacrifices I done made to be deserving
Even blessed a couple hands and all they saved for me was curses Just in case they took that route, had to save a couple hearses
See, I came with a bigger purpose and one day they’ll understand
Let me put on for my fam, hit the stage, they raise their hands
See, put Gibby in them lights shakin’ hands and makin’ fans
Not P. Diddy, but tonight I’m tryna make a band
Life is movin’ fast I’vе been tryna take it in
They see me makin’ movеs and now they tryna make amends
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, oh and please do take offense
I’m great at makin’ bangers Not too good at makin’ friends
You can hate the mans but don’t ever hate my plans
Never know where you could go if you never take a chance
G-I to the B, I’m tryna redesign the scene
If you dope and rock with me, then vis-a-vis, that’s how it be

Chorus: Gibby Stites
See, the clock keeps tickin’ and I keep livin’
The record keeps spinnin’, yeah, the record keeps spinnin’
Yeah, the clock keeps tickin’ and I keep spittin’
The record keeps spinnin’, yeah, the record keeps spinnin’
The clock keeps tickin’ and I keep livin’
The record keeps spinnin’, yeah, the record keeps spinnin’
Yeah, the clock keeps tickin’ and I keep spittin’
The record keeps spinnin’, yeah, the record keeps spinnin’

Verse 2: Gibby Stites
Yeah, I’m riding with my family, rhyming for my sanity
Started at the bottom, been climbin’ up so gradually
They wishin’ I would fail, but it’s time to make them mad at me
Hit Emac with a message like it’s time to make a masterpiece
Pull up to the studio, turn it to a funeral
You should know the rules, don’t ever fuck with me, that’s crucial
Get the beat and get to tweakin’, it’s more than every weekend
You ain’t even get your feet wet yet, I’m in the deep end
Everybody flicking coins into a wishing well
And sitting still and wishing well, I hate to say you set to fail
Gotta get up above your ass, give it all and give them hell
If you tryna hit that legend status while you living still
See, they can’t heal my pain ‘cause they don’t feel my pain
You were my umbrella, now all I feel is rain
Shit don’t feel the same and I gotta fill the void
So I’m finna kill the game, now let me make a little noise

Chorus: Gibby Stites
See, the clock keeps tickin’ and I keep livin’
The record keeps spinnin’, yeah, the record keeps spinnin’
Yeah, the clock keeps tickin’ and I keep spittin’
The record keeps spinnin’, yeah, the record keeps spinnin’
The clock keeps tickin’ and I keep livin’
The record keeps spinnin’, yeah, the record keeps spinnin’
Yeah, the clock keeps tickin’ and I keep spittin’
The record keeps spinnin’, yeah, the record keeps spinnin’