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letra de flavor - trigue

verse 1
i’ve been in training camp to move mountains/
one ounce of bounce, i need a whole pound/
to jump, not come down, aroused, arose round the time we fell down/
scr-ped up both our knees, but did not back down/
said, fighter s were, survivors we are/
i shine, but no star, i find i need more/
than what i grew with, can’t watch the dew drip/
i’ve no time to sit, one day we’ll reminisce/
bout each kick and kiss, the things that went wrong/
the things we still miss, nights that became dawn/
on, on and on on, the past it grows fonder/
lies become smiles, and moments become longer/
stronger i feel, my bones be like steel/
my fists be like light to slice the dark shield/
my eyes are still black, my hair is still brown/
reverse those two facts, i flipped ‘em for the sound/
i risk it for the crown, no compet-tion but i/
i bring a challenge like none you could ever provide/
ride high, sit up, chest out, eyes wide/
fierce, feel adrenaline, grab the f-cking livewire/
wise guy, flyer than a harrier jet/
live through the crash like the black box, bet/
dive through the trash on a gem hunt, sweat/
find the lost keys, yo that door reads “next”/

hook
bright lights, pull over when you see ‘em/
bright lights, stars we wanna be ‘em/
hands up/
here’s the flavor, we need the flavor/
ask me for the flavor, bring the flavor/

verse 2
this is nothing in particular, in vehicular terms/
tire rotation, oil change; tune up/
stared kicking rhymes when i was twelve or thirteen-ish/
cut cl-ss cause i was fiendish with the page; grew up/
not quite a screw up, i hid my screw looseness/
was a calm bomb, but tried to keep it fuse-less/
never blew shrapnel, moat around the castle/
you couldn’t get close to the boy; statue/
heart was as hard as stone, but move on/
today i speak clear, no fear i’ll be wrong/
and the always told me, “yo he speaks so well”/
it’s true, but godd-mn don’t sound so surprised/
i’m in ap english, think i can’t f-cking spell?/
sk!lls they be real, recognize/
before you wreck your whip/
keep your eyes fixed on the road and the task at hand/
my fingers extend to touch beginnings and ends/
keep the cycle moving through me to fully complete thoughts/
cross all the ‘ts” and “i” dots/
this life is hard, as that first love you lost/
but gorgeous as that first love’s start/

hook

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