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kid wcked - had . to lyrics

[part i]

[intro]
agh
duh dah duh, duh duh dah
said (dead pan demeanor)

[verse 1]
searching for substance, and working for something, the feeling of hope
the stitches’ coming cus i reap what i sow
the reapers coming, help me stitch up my soul
taking big steps, it burn through the sole
gotta find a middle ground
grounding myself in the middle of everything that i found
looking around, seeing the people, but i’m alone in the crowd
but now i know it’s a difference between wcked and foul
but where am i going now?
where am i going now?(now, now, now)
giving purpose to things in my life that don’t desеrve it
shawty ain’t even know if shе want me but “it’s worth it.”
the hiding, the lurking, the fighting, the searching
i try to compromise, but i’m always the one that’s hurting
first it’s the conversation
making a moment, let’s hope that, we can get away
it’s raw, i pray, and i’m wishing on a f+cking star
walking away was hard, but i had to
[verse 2]
but a conversation turns into dreams
turns into falling back into something that ain’t what it seems
turns into, “how is your mom”, into walks in the park
turns to laying awake at night just wondering what we are
turns into “it’s just a kiss”, and then “there’s too much i miss,”
leading into “let’s get back together, i’m tired of this sh+t”
turns into reliving the same problems, “i know i hurt you
but you’re the only one that i can turn to when i need a conversation.”

[outro]
it’s just a conversation, right?

[part ii]

[refrain]
no, i don’t know what
you had to do

[verse]
communication is key, and it was locked a bit
maybe i was scared to turn back and get lost in it
i spill my thoughts to an instrumental, the problem is
i can’t seem to spill them to you when you’re the cause of it
at least i’m honest, sh+t
more than i can say for u when you on the toxic sh+t
that k!lls you when you get it, yet and still you give it off to kid
my stomach drop when i think of you , and thats often
don’t know why i’m always running back to you when you just want me sick
but these days, you’re starting to feel like home again
facetime photos of you in my phone again
missing how you made me feel when i was alone again
knowing i’m doing wrong again, the f+ck is going on again
but it’s still f+ck ya mom, f+ck her life
f+ck ya pops, f+ck the ones that did you wrong
every n+gga that ain’t on you like i was
said you can’t do better than me, but know you tried, f+ck
maybe you had to
[refrain]
no, i don’t know what
you had to do

[outro]
no, i don’t know what, what you had to do
but, i’ll always find my way back to you
no, i don’t know what, what you had to do
but, i’ll always find my way back to you

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