Aca by Aca Lyrics
Yeah, trials tribulations, you do the waiting
As far as love goes you're miseducated
You're sad but you fake it and inside you hate it
Everyone's basic so you must be basic
You're ignored by who you want
You ignore who wants you, ain't that shit crazy?
Yeah, heartbroken you're sayin' you're taken
And now your heart's achin' cuz' truly you're playin' but-
Yeah he's just like your ex, uh
I'm sick'a sittin' here waitin' on a text and I'm-
Sick'a sittin' here waitin' on what's next
And I'm really gonna disappear and run all outta breath
If I gotta spend another year feelin' all depressed
And I know this fuckin' atmosphere really ain't the best
But it takes some of the pain away when smoke hits the chest
So I'm drivin' with no destination, find myself at your address, yeah
And I'm sittin' here with hella patience hopin' for the best
But I got my hopes up, I'm hella wasted and stressed
And I realize I'm a mess so I left and I don't look back
But I still made this track
Always think about the shit that makes me feel wack
Always seem to find myself lost with a map
And I got way too much on my mind and my back but...
Yeah, I'm drivin' without purpose, typin' this on purpose
I'm hopin' you will notice what lies on my surface
I always feel nervous, but I'm never nervous
And I wish when I talked to you it was in person, I'm burdened
Yeah my heart and my brain
My heart does not know what to think or to say
And my brain can't make sense of emotions or pain
And then when I get sad yeah there's always some rain but-
Uh, still I drive in it too, the sky is all black and my heart is all blue
My mind is a wreck and my heart it is too
Because love is a target I can't seem to shoot but- yeah
Still I focus up on it, I just want you but I want you to want it
I love you but hate it cuz' what you do to me is fucked up and crazy
It's all I think about lately, yeah
And when I tweet shit?
Oh yeah they always askin' me, textin' me, harrassin' me
Hittin' me up randomly; "Is this about your family?"
No it's not, thankfully
"Why's the art a galaxy?"
Oh- It's a metaphor for anatomy and open mindedness and sanity
But they don't know the tragedy, they don't know the half of me
They don't know what you should know
But I haven't told you actually (and that's right)
As far as love goes you're miseducated
You're sad but you fake it and inside you hate it
Everyone's basic so you must be basic
You're ignored by who you want
You ignore who wants you, ain't that shit crazy?
Yeah, heartbroken you're sayin' you're taken
And now your heart's achin' cuz' truly you're playin' but-
Yeah he's just like your ex, uh
I'm sick'a sittin' here waitin' on a text and I'm-
Sick'a sittin' here waitin' on what's next
And I'm really gonna disappear and run all outta breath
If I gotta spend another year feelin' all depressed
And I know this fuckin' atmosphere really ain't the best
But it takes some of the pain away when smoke hits the chest
So I'm drivin' with no destination, find myself at your address, yeah
And I'm sittin' here with hella patience hopin' for the best
But I got my hopes up, I'm hella wasted and stressed
And I realize I'm a mess so I left and I don't look back
But I still made this track
Always think about the shit that makes me feel wack
Always seem to find myself lost with a map
And I got way too much on my mind and my back but...
Yeah, I'm drivin' without purpose, typin' this on purpose
I'm hopin' you will notice what lies on my surface
I always feel nervous, but I'm never nervous
And I wish when I talked to you it was in person, I'm burdened
Yeah my heart and my brain
My heart does not know what to think or to say
And my brain can't make sense of emotions or pain
And then when I get sad yeah there's always some rain but-
Uh, still I drive in it too, the sky is all black and my heart is all blue
My mind is a wreck and my heart it is too
Because love is a target I can't seem to shoot but- yeah
Still I focus up on it, I just want you but I want you to want it
I love you but hate it cuz' what you do to me is fucked up and crazy
It's all I think about lately, yeah
And when I tweet shit?
Oh yeah they always askin' me, textin' me, harrassin' me
Hittin' me up randomly; "Is this about your family?"
No it's not, thankfully
"Why's the art a galaxy?"
Oh- It's a metaphor for anatomy and open mindedness and sanity
But they don't know the tragedy, they don't know the half of me
They don't know what you should know
But I haven't told you actually (and that's right)