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kringe – 23 lyrics

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hook 1–

and i’m still waiting on the brighter days, been a minute been rough many times more

and i’m kicking rocks to a sky of grey, praying hard talk to me before i’m done for

and i take ls like day to day (oh sh-t, right now hopeless)

so i write songs to wash the pain away i just wanna smile nothing else more

verse 1–

oh sh-t, notice more hits

big time numbers screen record this

i’m upset, depressed what’s next

i haven’t slept in days, anxiety insane

i been on the road 1 month on a role tour shows overload rage out music videos

wait

run it back right now i could make a bag, way back promised that but everybody laughed at that

right now

you can’t take up my time i’m not nice now

been busy making waves in my home town

and you the main reason that i’m so down

get the f-ck out my life could you stay out?

barely started getting used to you away now

but i wanted you to stay can’t explain how

i just need some time think on how it played out

man f-ck it i don’t have no time

b-tch full tank floor it till the hood burn out

(smoke)

hoping that my demons never find out where i go

i ain’t no b-tch i just need some time alone

before i pick my fist up for another round let’s go

i feel i’m unfit for any glory that i hold

because i have so much problems haven’t fixed inside my home

but i seen crowd control on a playlist out in rome

and maybe i can’t be the man i want inside my home

bridge—

(aye)

oh so basic

hope you play this

d-mn i prayed it

nights on end

i became this

old souls fake it

pay those placements

f-ck sh-t

hook 2–

and i’m still waiting on the brighter days, been a minute been rough many times more

and i’m kicking rocks to a sky of grey, praying hard talk to me before i’m done for

and i take ls like day to day (oh sh-t, right now hopeless)

so i write songs to wash the pain away i just wanna smile nothing else more

verse 2-

(aye)

oh so basic

hope you play this

nights on end

d-mn i prayed it

i became this

old souls fake it

pay those placements

f-ck sh-t
(aye)
god so gracious

cure my hatred

because i know few

that i’d run fades with

spite so dangerous

friends start aiming

envious brainless

f-ck sh-t

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