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letra de trapped - dallas choice

verse 1:
praise to the lord oh where to begin, it started from the tree with eve a snake and adam up a sleeve, sin. be the tin or the lion of a man wizard of the odds ancient greece and mythical gods. not talking just religion i’m talkin ’bout our history, much of it’s left for a mystery. we’re trapped in a cycle gone psycho like michael like post malone sylvester stallone do it alone and k!ll em like rambo shoot at a lambo takin they money i’m robbin from the hood ima bringin’ the flood
drillin’ like major paynе blood on my lions mane aim
yea

chorus:
trapped in thе mud like we’re stuck here for good. well misunderstood we’ll swim through the muck motion is slow but it looks we’re in luck grab at the roots and pull are way up the dirt is thickening, move our way through. before it’s too dry we’ll be left here to die there’ll be tears in our eyes and no help for our cry push through the muck and do not only try

verse 2:
help on the way i don’t think so no way. what we have is ourselves and a day at a time and we’ll climb up the hills and over the mountains every day will be counted hoping and praying for fountains
of youth raise our youth
pray for truth to show us the way before we concave let’s do this today before it’s too late. taking my arrow, my bow, and shoot straight. aim at the target, aiming for prey. shots in the dark can barely see shapes. get through every moment through pain and the aches. look up to ourselves and soon we’ll be saved. soon we’ll be saved yeah

verse 3:
praise to the lord oh where to begin, it started from the tree with eve a snake and adam up a sleeve, sin. be the tin or the lion of a man wizard of the odds ancient greece and mythical gods. not talking just religion i’m talkin ’bout our history, much of it’s left for a mystery. we’re trapped in a cycle gone psycho like michael like post malone sylvester stallone do it alone and k!ll em like rambo shoot at a lambo takin they money i’m robbin from the hood ima bringin’ the flood
drillin’ like major payne blood on my lions mane aim
yea

chorus:
trapped in the mud like we’re stuck here for good. well misunderstood we’ll swim through the muck motion is slow but it looks we’re in luck grab at the roots and pull are way up the dirt is thickening, move our way through. before it’s too dry we’ll be left here to die there’ll be tears in our eyes and no help for our cry push through the muck and do not only try

verse 4:
help on the way i don’t think so no way. what we have is ourselves and a day at a time and we’ll climb up the hills and over the mountains every day will be counted hoping and praying for fountains
of youth raise our youth
pray for truth to show us the way before we concave let’s do this today before it’s too late. taking my arrow, my bow, and shoot straight. aim at the target, aiming for prey. shots in the dark can barely see shapes. get through every moment through pain and the aches. look up to ourselves and soon we’ll be saved. soon we’ll be saved. yeah

- dallas choice

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