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letra de 4 a.m. interlude - chosen (cg)

i prayed for the first time said i wanted rapping
told my parents i lost faith i guess it really didn’t happen
told my best friend i liked her she started laughing
not knowing that i’m serious it got me here collapsing
grasping
daily migraines this morning i took two aspirins
got this girl in a relationship she calling me baby
here i am thinking how everything will phase me
maybe i should be thankful for the talents that god gave me
but honestly how the h-ll you know who are you are praising
until he meets me face to face
guides me to my destination place
i ain’t gon believe in nothing
but in times like this it helps to believe in something
never got a text back here i am jumping
to a conclusion
that this friendship was just a illusion
or maybe i was in confusions
caught up in being human
i started looking up my dreams became a daily inception
but if i fall out of this deep sleep who is here to question
haven’t cried in years
but want to drown in tears
the sh-t just won’t come out when i talk n0body hears
but here
i am helping every body with their situations
meanwhile my life is the f-cking most complicated
think of this a teen dying to make it
the future that awaits him
depends on what he does right now
can’t get caught up in girls cause he got to have time so he can write down
rap took away my whole entire social sk!lls
stop dissing the kids in the school cause there was to many locals k!lled
i always claim my only fear
is the cancer that appears
but in my opinion i rather be heaven
that working an 8 hour shift from 3 to 11
number one in my cl-ss and don’t wanna go to college
now who the h-ll is you talking about ya problems
what ya girl left you , life ain’t fair
sit ya -ss down to be honest i do not care
imagine
having
your inner dragons
live in your dungeon with you but his t–th just keep on stabbing
if i don’t make it with this than i guess there’ is nothing left
15 with so much stress
my life becoming a mess
it’s 4 am i’m still up slowly getting morning breath
waiting on her text
cause it’s my only sanity i got left
i really don’t care about what we learn in school i already know basic math
you got the joke late i’m getting my last laugh
my teachers probably hate that my lines they can’t graph
acting the most sane with the mind of a psychopath
i can’t tell no one my dreams i feel it would be jinx
moral of the story is theres more stress on me than you think

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