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letra de lost & found - toby

[verse 1]
i don’t understand, i don’t understand much about the plan set for us
i don’t understand the net worth of
fighting for what isn’t meant for us
i don’t understand the weak
i don’t understand the struggle

i don’t understand the point in tryna be an ocean when you really mud in the puddle
i’m breaking the huddle and calling the play. lead in the play, i’m the master of fate
tree with the apple that fell onto newton
i’m tired, i’m beaten, i’m broken, i’ve proven that i don’t understand anything
anything

(i don’t understand anything. anything.)

i don’t understand businesses. i don’t understand the point or the principles. perfectly pictured a print up of profits and peter piper picked respectable offices
whats so attractive bout triplets? stack up the money and triple it
trippin off chins in a train, tryna be higher than chairs at the top of a mountain
im swerving through traffic avoiding my problems. crash into one of them every so often

end up in a coffin next to a possum, playing dead but too busy to stop him
visit a doctor, maybe not kept the drugs in his locker. didn’t cop, didn’t stop. didn’t want any loss, any pain. feeling numb, every day, every day

hook
wishin that i had understood
when i was lost, i found

i’m not perfect, i’ll admit
when my walls are crumbling down

why’s it so hard to be understood
why’s my life on display for y’all
oh no, no, no
i don’t understand at all

verse 2
call to attention this feeling of feeling alive
whys everyone standing around?
did i say something wrong?

did i say something maybe i shouldn’t have said, it’s a set up. boy too alkaline, boy too meta. boy too worried bout his green and his feta. get fed up. so healthy

why you got your hand out you don’t wanna help me

you was in the stands n-gga i was in the field
you was in the line waitin on me for a meal
you was in the comments section talking bout my new direction, laughing witcha boys bout my band but i still made out my comfort zone

i don’t understand what’s so wrong with that
why you worried bout a n-gga epitaph?
i ain’t dead yet, took a short rest, but i made it back

lost a couple hundred, i made it back
i took indie rock and i made it black
came up on the other side my heart intact
moms wondering if ima make it back
in time to see the year turn new
took what felt like les quatre cent coups
kid in black in white, excuzez-vous

it’s moulin rouge, black and blue
not the blackest dude. backpacked i relaxed, now watch em relapse on the action news

you can fuss you can fight you can be bald and argue, but lemmie ask politely what that’ll do

gon belabor the point, like you known to do. this ain’t pay per view, i get paid per view. this my paper view, peekin out over the dollars

reachin for the scholars, tell em there’s a place there’s a home for the real, and it’s real

hook
wishin that i had understood
when i was lost, i found

i’m not perfect, i’ll admit
when my walls are crumbling down

why’s it so hard to be understood
why’s my life on display for y’all
oh no, no, no
i don’t understand at all

- toby

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