Hook:
I was 15, with a big dream
In the bedroom, seein' Luci
If you didn't know I was that doomed
Then you probably never really knew me
Everybody wanted me to speak so bad
No one asked why I didn't
Man, if the self-doubt had prevented me from making music, I wouldn't be living
This shit been therapy, talking to people been tearin' me, terribly
So, sui was appearing, but no
Things still I can't tell to the bros
No one would let me just go to a psychologist
Writing lyrics is apparently close
Any day then, a nigga could go
Say you got me, but what do you know?
I'm all on my own
Verse 1:
Tip-toein' through the trauma, don't make it better
Waiting for that karma, it won't come ever
Man, I'm trynna get my lick back
Don't forgive, and I don't wanna sit back
Ahh
All my life I been angry, probably got that from my dad tho
Sometimes I get sad bro
'CAUSE HE NEVER GAVE A FUCK 'BOUT ME
(breathes, beat stops)
I just look back at his plateau, I can beat it
Be twice the man he is, swear he's a gag bro
And I see it
Honestly, I'm nearly 20, didn't like him at 10
So there's no forgiving
Some fucking father figure I got
Rather be raised by Peter Griffin
But nevermind that
Once dated a girl who told me she hated her mom too
2 years later, admitted to lyin' 'bout all of the things that her mom do
Her mom cool
She was testing with lies
Trynna see if I was honest and faithful
Scared that maybe I'd cheat, which is ironic 'cause she was the one to
I let it go, didn't want to
They say you mustn't regret
Forgive, forget
But honestly? That's a love I would undo
That one really broke me
Led a life of delusional bliss and that one really woke me
That one really woke me
Uhh
Hook:
I was 15, with a big dream
In the bedroom, seein' Luci
If you didn't know I was that doomed
Then you probably never really knew me
Everybody wanted me to speak so bad
No one asked why I didn't
Man, if the self-doubt had prevented me from making music, I wouldn't be living
This shit been therapy, talking to people been tearin' me, terribly
So, sui was appearing, but no
Things still I can't tell to the bros
No one would let me just go to a psychologist
Writing lyrics is apparently close
Any day then, a nigga could go
Say you got me, but what do you know?
I'm all on my own
I was 15, with a big dream
In the bedroom, seein' Luci
If you didn't know I was that doomed
Then you probably never really knew me
Everybody wanted me to speak so bad
No one asked why I didn't
Man, if the self-doubt had prevented me from making music, I wouldn't be living
This shit been therapy, talking to people been tearin' me, terribly
So, sui was appearing, but no
Things still I can't tell to the bros
No one would let me just go to a psychologist
Writing lyrics is apparently close
Any day then, a nigga could go
Say you got me, but what do you know?
I'm all on my own
Verse 1:
Tip-toein' through the trauma, don't make it better
Waiting for that karma, it won't come ever
Man, I'm trynna get my lick back
Don't forgive, and I don't wanna sit back
Ahh
All my life I been angry, probably got that from my dad tho
Sometimes I get sad bro
'CAUSE HE NEVER GAVE A FUCK 'BOUT ME
(breathes, beat stops)
I just look back at his plateau, I can beat it
Be twice the man he is, swear he's a gag bro
And I see it
Honestly, I'm nearly 20, didn't like him at 10
So there's no forgiving
Some fucking father figure I got
Rather be raised by Peter Griffin
But nevermind that
Once dated a girl who told me she hated her mom too
2 years later, admitted to lyin' 'bout all of the things that her mom do
Her mom cool
She was testing with lies
Trynna see if I was honest and faithful
Scared that maybe I'd cheat, which is ironic 'cause she was the one to
I let it go, didn't want to
They say you mustn't regret
Forgive, forget
But honestly? That's a love I would undo
That one really broke me
Led a life of delusional bliss and that one really woke me
That one really woke me
Uhh
Hook:
I was 15, with a big dream
In the bedroom, seein' Luci
If you didn't know I was that doomed
Then you probably never really knew me
Everybody wanted me to speak so bad
No one asked why I didn't
Man, if the self-doubt had prevented me from making music, I wouldn't be living
This shit been therapy, talking to people been tearin' me, terribly
So, sui was appearing, but no
Things still I can't tell to the bros
No one would let me just go to a psychologist
Writing lyrics is apparently close
Any day then, a nigga could go
Say you got me, but what do you know?
I'm all on my own
( KAI, The Renegade )
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