Who Knows
Ain't living the dream that I want so I sleep
My days are on repeat, like I'm playing the same beat
So I blaze another sweet as I wait
For school to get back, I got another two weeks
With a bottle of cognac, making me feel deep
And going woopty woopty woo
Tryna find an avenue
I feel my time is overdue
And even though it can't be true
Cause all my moves are calculated
But my thoughts inebriated
Will all the this be enough?
Is the future something to trust?
As we move with it, how did you did it?
Going to fast, so I take a few tickets
Then I pause, like a comma
See that's the cause of this persona
And tell me poetry or prose, will my story be told
You see, time hasn't frozen and my mind hasn't chosen
I'm on a limbo to pick between the bright and the dark
Cause life's a nympho tryna cheat on you from the start
Sometimes it's hard and hurts the heart
Like the look on mom's eyes when I broke her the news about music
Man that shit left a mark
And to you, its complicado
Who knows what happens tomorrow
I made a few bucks, another day in the hostel
Who knows, I'm still waiting tables, ran out of luck
Maybe I'll find something stable
Who knows where we're going to
Where we're coming from
Sometimes it feels like everyday is like a deja vu
I still ain't got a clue of what should be done
I close my eyes and in my dreams I can see the truth
Who knows, who knows, who knows
(...)
Aah so many fuckin questions about this about that
Have you got a new profession, can I give you a suggestion
Mind your own fuckin business
Coming with the strong finish
So I step it up a notch with the hand on the crotch
The wrong can be pretty
This song's not for the pity
Wanna belong in a space where I can make mistakes
And every time that I try to make someone cry
With something that I write
The day turns to night and something ain't right
The sky's coming down on me
So I'm running out of here
It's funny what we can be, so
Who knows if shows show up
And I ain't tryna blow up
Just to make a few bucks
By the time I'm grown up
So Imma test my luck
Doing my best at never getting stuck (always moving)
Tryna make my life the wife that'll be the one to make me nut
So I take a pen on each hand and do math with the left
I do some calculations to figure out what comes next
And in the meantime I'll keep writing my rhymes with my right
Yeah the grind stops only when I day
My days are on repeat, like I'm playing the same beat
So I blaze another sweet as I wait
For school to get back, I got another two weeks
With a bottle of cognac, making me feel deep
And going woopty woopty woo
Tryna find an avenue
I feel my time is overdue
And even though it can't be true
Cause all my moves are calculated
But my thoughts inebriated
Will all the this be enough?
Is the future something to trust?
As we move with it, how did you did it?
Going to fast, so I take a few tickets
Then I pause, like a comma
See that's the cause of this persona
And tell me poetry or prose, will my story be told
You see, time hasn't frozen and my mind hasn't chosen
I'm on a limbo to pick between the bright and the dark
Cause life's a nympho tryna cheat on you from the start
Sometimes it's hard and hurts the heart
Like the look on mom's eyes when I broke her the news about music
Man that shit left a mark
And to you, its complicado
Who knows what happens tomorrow
I made a few bucks, another day in the hostel
Who knows, I'm still waiting tables, ran out of luck
Maybe I'll find something stable
Who knows where we're going to
Where we're coming from
Sometimes it feels like everyday is like a deja vu
I still ain't got a clue of what should be done
I close my eyes and in my dreams I can see the truth
Who knows, who knows, who knows
(...)
Aah so many fuckin questions about this about that
Have you got a new profession, can I give you a suggestion
Mind your own fuckin business
Coming with the strong finish
So I step it up a notch with the hand on the crotch
The wrong can be pretty
This song's not for the pity
Wanna belong in a space where I can make mistakes
And every time that I try to make someone cry
With something that I write
The day turns to night and something ain't right
The sky's coming down on me
So I'm running out of here
It's funny what we can be, so
Who knows if shows show up
And I ain't tryna blow up
Just to make a few bucks
By the time I'm grown up
So Imma test my luck
Doing my best at never getting stuck (always moving)
Tryna make my life the wife that'll be the one to make me nut
So I take a pen on each hand and do math with the left
I do some calculations to figure out what comes next
And in the meantime I'll keep writing my rhymes with my right
Yeah the grind stops only when I day
Credits
Writer(s): Bruno Muller De Albuquerque, Luca Muller De Albuquerque
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