Bshortt - KOMD (feat. Shelley Scarr)

You knocked on my door
But I pretend I don't hear it
Tears on my floor
But I pretend I don't fear it
You're not mine anymore
That ship sailed I can't steer it
I walked out that door
With my heart can't come near it
That call I got a few years back
Braces kiss bout' had a heart attack
Your lip gloss I remember that
When I ran dads truck into a dumpsters back
Hat trick
Bat flip
Yeah I hit the cycle
Then I hit the lick (Yeah)
We was talking marriage in the 8th grade
They were round and blue standin' in the shade
7th summer yeah we had it made
At the complex
Drinking Gatorade
Felt like 37 hours in the day
But you ended and I cried my face
Then I went to Tab to rehearse the play
And You asked for a second chance the next day
But we only 3 months from 9th grade
So I turned my back
Put on the shades
Like Fast Forward
I remember seeing the night sky in your eyes
Feelings rushed, and covered me and caught me by surprise
I was with her but I was with you
You squeezed my hand and we both knew
That if we didn't leave right then
Our 1 + 1 was gonna be 2
You told me that I broke your heart
But I couldn't take you with me
We knew we'de have time apart
And I saw you as the old me
It wasnt fair to you
How we fused too
And how mangled it got when my feelings grew
And when I walked out and left you
It felt like I left part of me too
You knocked on my door
But I pretend I don't hear it
Tears on my floor
But I pretend I don't fear it
You're not mine anymore
That ship sailed I can't steer it
I walked out that door
With my heart can't come near it
Not Gonna Be
Not Gonna Be
Not Gonna Be
A Next Time Baby
Not Gonna Be
Not Gonna Be
Not Gonna Be
A Next Time Baby
There's not Gonna Be
Not Gonna Be
Not Gonna Be
A Next Time Baby
Cause I went HC
To the CT
Check the Fruit B
It's a new me
Like
Knick knack pati wack
Give a dog a bone playa
Two feet hacky sack
Give a teen a phone playa
DVD's in the back
Humma' bumpin' tones playa
15 Fell in love
Now we boughta home playa
(Yeah, Yeah)
See it
Took a few scrapes and scars
Along the way I wrecked a few cars
Then boom my IQ went to Mars
Now real talk I got them bars
And my treasure still In clay jars
And I can't help but look to the future
And think that this whole world is ours
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Its been long time
Its been a long shine
And if you took all the nickels in the whole world
The sum of em' aint worth my dime
Yeah blue skies can turn to grey
But grey skies can turn to blue
Thunder storms can roll in
And threaten to ruin you
But dance with your boots in the rain puddles
Kill the obstacles grab the grave shovels
Bury the past where it needs to be
Because right now's where you need to be
You knocked on my door
But I pretend I don't hear it
Tears on my floor
But I pretend I don't fear it
You're not mine anymore
That ship sailed I can't steer it
I walked out that door
With my heart can't come near it
Not Gonna Be
Not Gonna Be
Not Gonna Be
A Next Time Baby
Not Gonna Be
Not Gonna Be
Not Gonna Be
A Next Time Baby
There's not Gonna Be
Not Gonna Be
Not Gonna Be
A Next Time Baby
But dance with your boots
In the rain puddles
Kill the obstacles
Grab the grave shovels

Written by:
Brannon Shortt, Shelley Scarr

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