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letra de fly through fountains - trigue

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this is something i just made today/
while i was sitting looking for the right things to say/
seems like i can never ever find the word/
everything i said was something you already heard/

verse 1
i’m speechless, eat until i’m speech-full/
luke warm, still tryna reach cool/
can’t fix, hit it hard when you break rules/
i saw a girl i used to go with back in high school/
we sat up in the nose bleeds where my people rolled weed/
said, “how you been?” she was like, “yeah you know me/
i’m doing my thing, grinding and other clichés/
actually i feel trapped even on my free days/
i wanna fly through fountains, i don’t know what that means/
it sounds amazing don’t it, can you imagine the scene/
been around the world, now i’m back trapped in a cubicle/
fiddling with this rubix cube in my cuticles/
these hands, d-mn, wanted to be a thunder storm/
i’m just a scattered shower, not sure what went wrong/
momma said i’d be a star, i would win all the wars/
and all of the awards and drive the shiny car/
and break all of the hearts and hold all of the cards/
but f-ck, i’m feeling regular, what part is this?/
no one ever tells you that your dreams ain’t sh-t/
so what really happens when you take a shot and miss?/
i’m afraid that i’m average/
anyway i like your words, i heard that song that you did”/
i replied, “thank you, i mean that from the toes up/
they mostly ‘bout you, you remember all the close cuts/
a song is a close-up, a line is a freeze-frame/
if you have some time i have more thoughts we can exchange”/

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verse 2
we did that think where you talk a lot, but really say a little bit/
danced around the issues, two-stepped into a pirouette/
and made a lot of noise and pretended to be intricate/
used some big words to explain a bunch of simple sh-t/
i told her, “everybody talks about the come up/
but everybody ain’t fit enough for the run up/
and even if you are, you been stretching and training/
you can’t guarantee the win unless you’re dealing with satan/
and man, i don’t even believe in all that/
yeah you might fail, what you gon’ do, fall back?/
and just chill/
and b-tch that sh-t never happens on the real/
and that no one ever recognizes sk!ll/
and say ‘d-mn, i should be atop the hill,’ so the h-ll with it/
or you gonna push-up, pull-up, pull up another chair/
to the table even though they said you couldn’t fit in there/
gotta take room, to make room, no move’s a safe move/
walking through the doom temple on the way to break through/
today is gonna shake you, tonight is gonna slice you/
your best friends and lovers might come back and knife you/
you might hit your sprint before the starting gun booms/
get dqed and not even get a chance to lose/
maybe we ain’t special, maybe that sh-t is true/
maybe we’ll never fly private or own the color blue/
if you fight against the storm it might rip up your shoot/
but maybe, you’ll dive and fly through”/

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