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letra de wayg - knwbdy

[intro: knwbdy]
mm-mm, mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm

[chorus: knwbdy, spencer boliou]
where are you goin’?
how do we get there?
where are you goin’?
how do we get there, yeah, yeah
where are you goin’? (where are you goin’?)
how do we get there? (how do you get there?)
where are you goin’? (where are you goin’?)
how do we get there, yeah, yeah (oh)

[verse 1: spencer boliou]
isn’t it just the next high?
just another way for me to get by
the time passed and feelings changed
wonderin’ if what could’ve been should’ve been
i wish time or mistakes
or how i even got here in the first place
and why i always have to learn the hard way
anyway, i guessed you figured out
where are you goin’? (where are you goin’?)
how do we get there? (how do you get there?)
and listen, i’m 24 lookin’ for an open door
but someone shut it all in, prayin’ that i understand
i’ma be a better man, but yesterday i slept in
ask me why i did, i will answer with a question
like why i think it’s worth it when i know i have a purpose
maybe i just want it perfect like i needed it to figure out
[chorus: knwbdy, spencer boliou]
where are you goin’?
how do we get there?
where are you goin’?
how do we get there, yeah, yeah
where are you goin’? (where are you goin’?)
how do we get there? (how do you get there?)
where are you goin’? (where are you goin’?)
how do we get there, yeah, yeah (oh)

[verse 2: knwbdy, wins]
life is like a box of chocolates
i don’t know how to call it, do i drink like an alcoholic?
take kids from the finest broccoli, just to try to get by
midlife crisis, tryin’ to get there
friends ask why you sleepin’ on your own talents
you’ve been nice since ’09, you still findin’ balance
should i have sold my whole soul to amplify my talents?
the price of fame wasn’t worth to me eternal damage
imagine bein’ one of the nicest ever
knowin’ the gift given with written lyrics was channeled
through childhood traumas, you studyin’ better rappers
indie and alternative, poets raised in the masters
stuck in his own mind ’cause talkin’ was a disaster
and speakin’ on his emotions was too far from natural
chest broken since way young was actual
him trustin’ in no one was factual
time skip and our timing is of the essence
a natural disaster before turnin’ to presence
and presents from everything and done from them to present
her mama’s prayin’ hands isn’t perfect, but still standin’
[chorus: knwbdy, spencer boliou]
where are you goin’?
how do we get there?
where are you goin’?
how do we get there, yeah, yeah
where are you goin’? (where are you goin’?)
how do we get there? (how do you get there?)
where are you goin’? (where are you goin’?)
how do we get there, yeah, yeah (oh, oh-oh)

- knwbdy

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