Tomorrow

[HOOK: Kkeda]

Everything in plain site
Maybe this shit ain’t right
Fucked up but your still mine
Still mine
I love you but you psycho
To many nights I’ve cried o
I’m still tryna find you
I’ll come back tomorrow
Tomorrow x7
Come back tomorrow

[Verse 1: K1]

Yo I’m losing my mind
How things can change
Now I’m stood in the rain
Thinking about shit
We said in vain but with
All the fame I’m staying the same (ain’t changing)
They said I’m insane
I have only got myself to blame
So I ghost like Blaine
Cah I can’t seem to shake off the pain (I’m trying)
They can throw their shade but
You’re my light through the darkest days (no cap)
How I feel is strange
The realist ones always turn out fake (ahh fuck)
I got nuthin to say
More time these days
I gotta get paid (I gotta get paid)
This love ain’t a game
But you still play me like is okay
We had a pact to keep it real
I had your back had to firm your L (I had to)
True colours prevail
You broke my heart so fuck how you feel (fuck it)
Now I need me that deal
I have come so far from the raps and thrills
Some toxic shit
I will be going through hell
What a toxic bitch
I’ll be under your spell

[HOOK: Kkeda]

Everything in plain site
Maybe this shit ain’t right
Fucked up but your still mine
Still mine
I love you but you psycho
To many nights I’ve cried o
I’m still tryna find you
I’ll come back tomorrow
Tomorrow x7
Come back tomorrow

[Verse 2: K1]

Imma fucked up male
They said i would fail or end up in Jail (haha)
Before I leave this world
I gotta get heard I got a story to tell
Fuck the fiens and scales
I’m chasing my dreams
Trying to build up wealth
Why you chasing girls
I put the cash first
Fuck everything else

I’m loosing my mind
How things can change
Now I’m stood in the rain
Thinking about shit that
We said in vain but with all the fame
I’m staying the same

They said I’m insane
I have only got myself to blame
So I ghost like Blaine
Cah I can’t seem to shake off the pain
They can throw their shade but
You’re my light through the darkest days
How I feel is strange
The realist ones always turn out fake
I got nuthin to say
More time these days
I gotta get paid
This love ain’t a game
But you still play me like is okay