Still Outside D-Block Europe

[Intro: Young Adz]
Like, real shit, bro
Like bro, real shit, fam', I've been there, I've felt like that
Like, not, not on no suicidal type shit, feel me?
But, like, I didn't wanna be here, so— But— You feel me?
Like, the only logical way to not feel bad no more was to not be here, do you get it?
But, you're gonna get them thoughts, bro, you just gotta keep goin', bro
Feel me? Like, life— Like, bro, life don't get easier, it just get tougher
Feel me? Put his chin up, chest down, keep goin'
It's like God don't give you nothin' you can't handle, trust me
Racks in the middle, codeine Fanta and it's fizzle
Racks in the middle, uh, uh, uh, uh
The streets damaged me a little
Put my hand on your fiddle
And the racks in the middle, huh, huh, huh, huh

[Verse 1: Young Adz]
Girl, if I die, I hope you really act like Lauren London
Your pretty eyes, I'm lovin' how you're soundin' when you're cummin'
I follow the rules, I can't perform if I can't get my gun in
I'ma always pick this pussy over clubbin'

[Chorus: Young Adz]
I still remember the first time I saw you out (Saw you out)
Saw you outside, "Excuse me, can you come here?"
And I got you in my sheets, I'm like, "I knew she bad" (Knew she bad)
And she a real one, she don't care 'bout Louis bags (Uh)
So I buy her Birkin bags (Birkin bags)
I won't do you like your ex, I know he hurt you bad (Oh, mhm)
Late night convos, I'm like, "I feel you, akh" (Feel you, akh)
He keep tellin' me to worry 'bout that bag, nah