K.A.I.D. - NEW WAVE Lyrics

I've been wrong
Now we going
Back and forth
Mow the lawn
Row the boat
Reap what I sow
I'm alone
Going cold
Groaning more
Wait on ya
Prone to hold
Onto those who
Do me dirt
Leave me froze
Leave me lone
It's really over
Still in Harlem looking for some
On the search, like Sherlock Holmes
Blurry view, now we popping Prosecco
It's rocking your temple, I'm Rocky, Don't Leon me like Edwards
I'm living like it's a Special occasion
You'd think I'm in Vegas
I'm Hunter S. Thompson, out my mind
Shot out of a cannon
Call me Alchemist the way I be phasing
The way I be chasing, the chassy is racing
Classy and faded
We're classically tailored
I'll kick your ass, I'm a boy of principle like a Kingsman
Don't interrupt, always taken for granted
But I'm accountable, I'm recognizing the patterns
I wrecked our lives, man, it happens
Considered myself the Captain
All this running 'round, cappin
Took my love and redacted
Nice with the pen but I cap it
I'm tired of looking inward
Because it is what it is
And my life is so stagnant
Still in Harlem looking for some
On the search, like Sherlock Holmes
Blurry view, now we popping Prosecco
It's rocking your temple, I'm Rocky, don't Leon me like Edwards
I like girls, I gotta admit
It's a cold world, I think I fit
Shawty bad, she change appearances, not on some Abercrombie Fitch
She rich, her mission was a crib
Mommy held, her vision wasn't clear
All she wants the future to be here
Persevere, no it's weird
Notice we're, on the brink
It's complicated, no time to think
Just sit and tinker, let it linger
Can't be content
When we wait
Watch it break
Watch it break down
Pain
Can you feel it?
(No time to waste)
Can you feel it?
(No time to waste)
Pain
It's an infinity away
Infinity away
Still in Harlem, looking for some
All the time gone, I'm all alone
Been missing all my bitches
Been tripping out my britches
Been meaning to get em stitched up
Done counting up my misses
I'm looking towards the finish
I'm looking like a witness
Tryna memorize your glisten
Girl treacherous with the kisses
Still in Harlem looking for some
On the search, like Sherlock Holmes
Blurry view, now we popping Prosecco
It's rocking your temple, I'm Rocky, don't Leon me like Edwards
And if you're weak don't lean on me, I'm not Bill Withers
I'm feeling greedy, no Smithers
I'll blow your ass to smithereens, you got me addicted
Alcoholic for your soul, baby, I want to sip it
I feel withdrawal with the shivers