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letra de waiting - zero

[intro: zero]
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: zero]
she told me she don’t give a f-ck
don’t ever hit her up again ’cause she don’t wanna talk
and i completely understand but i don’t got enough
time to waste on her
and i don’t think i’ll ever find a way to get it back
she don’t have to no one to trust
i can tell that she’ll be going for another run
down the path that she was going way ‘fore this begun
let it go, ’cause i know i don’t have control up on that -ss
oh no, no, no, no

[chorus: zero]
waiting, won’t show your face
but you keep waiting
for sh-t to change (yeah, yeah)
you say that i got you then you walk away
so now it’s on me to find my place
and i’m waiting, waiting, waiting
and i’m waiting, waiting, waiting

[verse 2: zero]
and i’m waiting for something to change about you
at least give me the credit for learning and never doubt you
never even got a “thank you”
to keep it completely honest, i could do without you
shoulda left you right where i found you—but no
you had that something i wanted to help fix
you said you didn’t need it but you were so helpless
then lie up in my face like i don’t know any better
get it together
this was never for us, it was selfish
tryna be the bigger man, and i can, but i never wanted to
what, do you think i’m stupid? no wonder i never wanted you
f-cking you’s never cool when i’m under you; i can’t stomach you
i loved the one you were but whoever this is is someone new

[verse 3: abstract]
when i was younger, all i saw was magic in your eyes
but i grew older, found your sp-ce, a place behind the pines
cold as metal, you had tamed the flame i wish i’d never showed
guess the man behind the curtain ain’t the wizard, i suppose
game of money-hungry weeds, known to choke out any rose
’cause the gardener gets to choose what gets to die or gets to grow
ain’t the dream i had in mind, but i know nothing’s as it seems
so i keep my gr-ss clear of any weeds (of any weeds)
see, this industry don’t fight fair
your radio is paid off; your idols don’t relate to you
and all these labels made off, the words you think they wrote are just a library they shift through
tell me, do you feel used?
leverage your emotions for a brand they wanna sell you
hand and foot—waitin’ on these false gods
i was hand and foot, waitin’ on these false gods
never knew the game i played had dealt me with these false odds

- zero

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