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letra de reflections - fishyrap

[intro: fishyrap]
looking back on the things i’ve done
i don’t know
where it started to go this bad
when i started to trade tid for tad
and a tech-9 looks rad
till someone pops off in your face (ay)
reflections on my time in the race

[verse 1: dj professor o-k]
day one and i’m seeking redemption
as i start the engine
screaming as i blast by (corolla)
suspicious fellas on the sidewalk
have no interest for a quick small talk
on a secret mission – hard to see me stalk
peace is not the answer
‘bout to go down hard as cancer
this rhythm ain’t no dancer
‘cus i could be dead for all i know
this is thе final straw
to get out of this mess
do i need to say this twice (today)
this will go down quickly
as my rеflections hits me back
kept my gun in the back-pack
a sacrifice using sword for next attack
‘cus how else make this sh-t a decent track
and how i gonna eat without a snack
if i start to fall behind
the next guy
who only wanna stay in front of the next guy
no, no guy wanna be the next guy, to die
[chorus: dj professor o-k]
shattered glass, scars, my broken bones
lying on the floor, drowning in my blood
mirror, mirror, i was misunderstood
my reflections fades away with old-fashioned phones

[verse 2: fishyrap]
day two and i’m feeling sober
as i drive down the highway
holla as i pass by (corolla)
some pretty ladies down the street
could get ’em easy like a cheat-sheet
but i’m on a mission — ’bout to get the meat
gun is loaded, i never retreat
pray to god i won’t see no defeat
pray i won’t have to run from no heat
‘cus i can’t be caught out now
this my last job before i go
and get out of this life
though i’ve already said that twice (this week)
but this will be different right?
i need some reflections on my life
but this strap is my life-line
would die without a gun on my waist-line
‘cus there’s some sharks in this cloud nine
and how i gonna eat if i don’t get mine
if i start to fall behind
the next guy
who only wanna stay in front of the next guy
no, no guy wanna be the next guy, to die
and f-ck it, the king of this circle is i
[chorus: dj professor o-k]
shattered glass, scars, my broken bones
lying on the floor, drowning in my blood
mirror, mirror, i was misunderstood
my reflections fades away with old-fashioned phones

[verse 3: fishyrap]
day three or four, i don’t even remember
but i’m feeling cold like it’s december
“ay, can you, could you turn the heat up?”
i get a cold stare from a policeman
he’s telling me to think this through
has laid out a plan, what he wants me to do
but i’ve been thinking of my place in this life
why i called the game my f-cking wife
and you know? i don’t know
where it started to go this bad
when i started to trade tid for tad
but i know i ain’t, no, never been a snitch

[outro: fishyrap]
ay, shut the f-ck up b-tch

- fishyrap

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