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letra de braydon | warm up sessions [s9.ep18]: sbtv - braydon

[verse 1]
smoking so much weed i’m not surprised if my lungs bleed
it’s like a mist, i cannot see and now i miss the fantasy
that i dream, when i was young and you’d agree what i’ve become
is such a fraction of the dreams that i’ll achieve before i’m done
now i’m dumb, i f-ck the smoke, the summer’s done, now i’m broke
still tryna smoke and take a toke
wish it over now i’m soaked, the rain is pouring take it slow
getting boring in this world
tryna figure out my role in this confusing bag of folks
we go for gold and never know
if we evolve or go on backwards
they just trap us now we’re trappers
and it’s static in this faction
we live for these distractions, now reality is taxed
and yeah it’s hurting, but i’ma hold the world and take the burden
they say i got the spark of light but what about the burning?
i’ve been on the floor but now the table’s turning and i’m certain
is it working?
do i care about the flirting or the serpents in my circle
is it worth it?
is it worthless with no purpose?
as a person, we’re just tryna fill our wallets and our purses
but this curse has been -sserted, to distract and close the curtain
this is circus of the truth
now i’m immersing in this learning, it’s concerning
we’re returning to the start and think we’re earning what is money
our currency is currently just debt
and debt is like a promise to be working for a cheque that means nothing
it’s less than what we make it will affect
we give it value to our death but we can’t take it to the next life
i can’t change the world, but i best try
it’s bad to hold it in when i feel pain?
well i best cry to the next time i get vexed high
when i get sliced and the next guy
then i stop myself, and see the truth
i’m looking into the next eye
and my mind’s open, it’s hoping
the hopeless moping of homeless turned to soldiers
growed to devote their soul to the stone and their empty and broken
lost ones, eventually home with their own and it’s over
so i can kick back with my corona…
wait, why am i drinking?
it’s a hard place, and a boulder
i drink so i can be bolder
and motorboat with a b-n-r with hoes involved in the coldest side of life
well this ain’t really real
what’s really real is how i feel so i decide to take a pill
this coward life will stop you living
i ain’t tryna lie so stop the joking and the kidding
stop the hoaxing and the k!lling
it’s emotional, this feeling
i’m tryna find the reason for the pain
and why they grinning?
’cause i’m pacing up and down and wonder why they’re chasing women, not the truth
and the success and it sucks, yes
in this f-cked mess with the ruse that ain’t true
what, you think the world just ain’t you?
the ain’t no good and bad, we don’t act like saints do
it’s a mixture of them both, like a giant made soup
we’re just floating through existence, making measurements, confused
because time don’t exist when we die
so we just spend eternity, dealing with our lives

- braydon

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