Tomorrow lyrics

[HOOK: Kkeda]

Everything in plain site
Maybe this sh*t ain’t right
f*cked 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 sh*t
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 f*ck)
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 f*ck how you feel (f*ck it)
Now I need me that deal
I have come so far from the raps and thrills
Some toxic sh*t
I will be going through hell
What a toxic b*tch
I’ll be under your spell
[HOOK: Kkeda]

Everything in plain site
Maybe this sh*t ain’t right
f*cked 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 f*cked 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
f*ck the fiens and scales
I’m chasing my dreams
Trying to build up wealth
Why you chasing girls
I put the cash first
f*ck everything else
I’m loosing my mind
How things can change
Now I’m stood in the rain
Thinking about sh*t 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