Cried While Writing This
Wonderin', wonderin'
I've been wonderin'
Wonderin', wonderin', wonderin'
I've been wonderin'
Broken wings when you wanna fly
Play some songs for me
Head messed up and you question why
Play some songs for me
Play some songs to heal me, I've been going under
Ever since the summer, it's been getting stronger
Can't hold on much longer
Gotta get a grip and my shit straight, it's late
You think it's a game yea
Messing with the pain yea
I'm the one to blame here
A bucket full of same tears
Fuck it imma paint clear
A picture what you ain't yea, but wanna be
Honestly, Imma be the greatest when I find my peace
And honesty I kept from myself
Locked up and hidden
Blurry visions bad decisions in a mental prison
Can't just fucking listen,
To my conscious it's the monsters and the demons
I've been dreaming
Someone pinch me I've been dreaming.
And I cried while writing this.
Yea I cried while writing this.
And I cried while writing this.
Broken wings when you wanna fly,
Play some songs for me
Head messed up and you question why,
Play some songs for me
Play some songs to heal me, I've been going under
Ever since the summer, it's been getting stronger
Can't hold on much longer
Gotta get a grip and my shit straight, it's late
And I'm, living my dreams
I said I'm living my dreams
Don't want any other thing in my way (in my way)
I said I'm living my dreams
I said I'm living my dreams
Don't want any other thing in my way (in my way)
Yo, hit 'em with a flow I never knew I could execute
This the moment here feeling like I'm next to you
Dreams turn to real life, what's it feel like?
Studio with the teal lights
Gotta keep my ears right
Meditate, elevate, light like a featherweight
Motherfucker celebrate, get this on tape
Face lit like Christmas, now I know my fate
No Nostradamus, talking love and a bunch of commas
Make wife a momma, no condom
Imma, keep pushing on and on
Keep it fast like Ramadan
Soak in the ambiance with my pajamas on but no sleeping
Imma go hard wanna get this week in
Imma go hard at work this weekend
Imma go hard cause I got my reason
Listen up when the teacher teaching
I've been wonderin'
Wonderin', wonderin', wonderin'
I've been wonderin'
Broken wings when you wanna fly
Play some songs for me
Head messed up and you question why
Play some songs for me
Play some songs to heal me, I've been going under
Ever since the summer, it's been getting stronger
Can't hold on much longer
Gotta get a grip and my shit straight, it's late
You think it's a game yea
Messing with the pain yea
I'm the one to blame here
A bucket full of same tears
Fuck it imma paint clear
A picture what you ain't yea, but wanna be
Honestly, Imma be the greatest when I find my peace
And honesty I kept from myself
Locked up and hidden
Blurry visions bad decisions in a mental prison
Can't just fucking listen,
To my conscious it's the monsters and the demons
I've been dreaming
Someone pinch me I've been dreaming.
And I cried while writing this.
Yea I cried while writing this.
And I cried while writing this.
Broken wings when you wanna fly,
Play some songs for me
Head messed up and you question why,
Play some songs for me
Play some songs to heal me, I've been going under
Ever since the summer, it's been getting stronger
Can't hold on much longer
Gotta get a grip and my shit straight, it's late
And I'm, living my dreams
I said I'm living my dreams
Don't want any other thing in my way (in my way)
I said I'm living my dreams
I said I'm living my dreams
Don't want any other thing in my way (in my way)
Yo, hit 'em with a flow I never knew I could execute
This the moment here feeling like I'm next to you
Dreams turn to real life, what's it feel like?
Studio with the teal lights
Gotta keep my ears right
Meditate, elevate, light like a featherweight
Motherfucker celebrate, get this on tape
Face lit like Christmas, now I know my fate
No Nostradamus, talking love and a bunch of commas
Make wife a momma, no condom
Imma, keep pushing on and on
Keep it fast like Ramadan
Soak in the ambiance with my pajamas on but no sleeping
Imma go hard wanna get this week in
Imma go hard at work this weekend
Imma go hard cause I got my reason
Listen up when the teacher teaching
Credits
Writer(s): Luigi Miele
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