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letra de trigger - aj-x

my mamas words printed in my heart in my brain
i rise but my eyes still won’t open
my desire of living is down sloping
i repeat and i’m still hoping

i repeat and i’m still hoping
i repeat and i’m still hoping
i repeat and i’m still hoping

these ideas are like devils living in my brain
and i keep losing this game
and i’m running out of options i mean
i’m really confused i’ve consumed so many ways to figure this out
can anybody pull me put i mean
every time i take a step i take a block out
and every time i take a step i take a knock out
every time i move ahead i’m just moving back
can anybody help me get the f-ck i’m stuck its like a f-cking roundabout
these devils keep pulling me back and i
keep running on the same track and my mind is about to crack
because all i ever wanted is a big house for my parents
but these motherf-cking days are too fast they keep on slipping
taking all my dreams with they keep on going
and every day you lose a day its called yesterday
you will never get a day back its called history
even years lost their weigh they feel like moments
don’t try to convince that it’s an endowment
when every day you feel more unfortunate
and your dreams turn to wounds deep and permanent
d-mn man i’m really sick of it
there’s no way i’ma let them stay in that tenement
i’ma keep running till i rip every muscle till i rip every f-cking ligament

my mamas words printed in my heart in my brain
i rise but my eyes still won’t open
my desire of living is down sloping
i repeat and i’m still hoping

i repeat and i’m still hoping
i repeat and i’m still hoping
i repeat and i’m still hoping

okay now lets turn the page and talk about some other kind of dreams
other than bugatties ferraries b-tches and some weed
lets redefine the definition of a dream
talk about a mom kissed her boy good bye
not knowing that he’s just about to die
coming back from school he threw a rock at a tank just like all the other kids there do
p-ssy soldier standing near it in a sh-t mood
for these motherf-ckers its a good enough excuse
since then shes been dreaming to get him back but she can’t !
sc-mbag shot him she’ll never get him back
she gotta live with that fact that she’ll never ever smell him ever again
never ever hug him ever again
never touch his face or see his smile ever again
ya lets talk about some other mother f-cking dream
talk about that c-cksucker soldier
fake f-cking soldier
k!lling for a fake f-cking flag
i gotta a dream to pull him back to the moment when he pulled the trigger
put him down to the ground shove the gun into his dirty mouth and pull the same godd-mn trigger

- aj x

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