Zoelyn - Double A lyrics

Spend my whole questioning the things i’ve done Watching macie watch all her music, done Wishing on pennies and counting all my guns Thinking ‘bout how i should have run Singing now ‘bout roses and their thorns I’m not miss americana and i don’t pretend to be I’m just tryna be me, wanna reach my dreams When i was kid i questioned the world at once Never understood that the girls wanna bounce Never knew, knew, that i was gonna become The next americana award Spend my wholе questioning the things i’ve donе Watching macie watch all her music, done Wishing on pennies and counting all my guns Thinking ‘bout how i should have run Singing now ‘bout roses and their thorns I’m not miss americana and i don’t pretend to be I’m just tryna be me, wanna reach my dreams The trips to mexico, hope i’ve done you proud Wanna reach the world, wanna get my crown Feeling like i’ve fallen down, i hope i said that aloud Never knew, knew, that i’d be bowing down The next americana award Spend my whole questioning the things i’ve done Watching macie watch all her music, done Wishing on pennies and counting all my guns Thinking ‘bout how i should have run Singing now ‘bout roses and their thorns I’m not miss americana and i don’t pretend to be I’m just tryna be me, wanna reach my dreams I wanted to be free, now i see, now i really see That the girls back home were nobodies At least that was zoe sees I remember isabella and her stupid feasts And shea with her attitude I told you hon, that would get you nowhere I remember when i told everyone That i was gonna be a big one Now looky where i am, yeah where i stand The americana award Spend my whole questioning the things i’ve said ‘n done I was writing music since the age of 10 Sleeping at night thinking about what’s to come Hopefully by then i’ll be done Spend my whole questioning the things i’ve done (the things i’ve done) Watching macie watch all her music, done (pow, done) Wishing on pennies and counting all my guns (counting, and counting) Thinking ‘bout how i should have run (or maybe stayed) Singing now ‘bout roses and their thorns (fake people, don’t need them today) I’m not miss americana and i don’t pretend to be (no, no) I’m just tryna be me, wanna reach my dreams (reach my) Yeah, yeah Wanna reach my dreams Baby, now i’m done