Project PNC - Return

Every time I hear you say
I don't wanna live today
I look down to think about
If I took the trash out
Every time I hear you cry
I got plans if that's alright
I don't wonder where you are
When you're buried in your car
Don't even know what the hell I mean, just wanna
Live my life without practicing I'm gonna
Pull you up out this stupid shit
But it's not good to babysit, you can probably handle it
Don't even know how to master and mix
It took me months to return with this
While you sit in your room alone
What are you doing, just pick up the phone
I try to see what the hell you mean just wanna
See you well in the life you're in, you're gonna
Take time off for your mental health
I don't know man, just be yourself?
Well it's the return of the kid
Who got up and got down to broadway hits
Did he ever like any of it
Don't ask me cause I'm not him
Every time I hear you say
I don't wanna live today
I look down to think about
If I took the trash out
Every time I hear you cry
I got plans if that's alright
I don't wonder where you are
When you're buried in your car
Don't even know why the hell you sing, when you
Live your life without practicing, I mean
Why do you dream of labor still
Look at yourself, it's no way to live
Yeah I'm not better than you, I don't
Even know all that you go through
And who cares what I've done in the end
Maybe I should learn how to be a good friend
I really wish I wasn't this rude
Seems I was born just to kill the mood, but
It's your fault, never mine, don't ask
Maybe sometimes I'll give you a pass
Well it's the return the kid
Who worked all his life to return with this
Don't die for purpose, have fun while you can
Whatever you do, Kandice still stands
Every time I hear you say
I don't wanna live today
I look down to think about
If I took the trash out
Every time I hear you cry
I got plans if that's alright
I don't wonder where you are
When you're buried in your car
Well it's the Return of the kid
From Spiers to Martin we lock this groove down
Here those kicks hit, you know who's in town
Well it's the Return of the kid
Get off your tablet, feel this through the ground
Maybe Martin will let us clown around

Written by:
Graham Woodward

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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