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Brittney Chantele Aston
Brittney Chantele Aston
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Shyheim Ayoola Banks
Shyheim Ayoola Banks
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Jeremy Woolsey
Jeremy Woolsey
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You got your finger on the trigger But your trigger finger lies What's depicted right in front of you You have to clear your mind You've been told You've been told That's a bad fucking life You've been told You've been told That's a bad fucking life But it's a life But it's a life Yeah, it's a life You've you been lied to You had the picture right in front of you You had no fucking time Take a deep breath You have to clear your mind Take your finger off the trigger And you see that it's a life It's a life yeah You have the mission in your vision So there's death between your eyes You've been told that you're a soldier So to kill would do you wise You could double tap that picture But beware that it's a life It's a life yeah These conditions don't condition you to think about it twice What was love is now debated to be hatred in disguise And they tell you that those faces live in places we don't like But they're lives yeah You got your finger on the trigger But your trigger finger lies What's depicted right in front of you You have to clear your mind You've been told You've been told That's a bad fucking life You've been told You've been told That's a bad fucking life But it's a life But it's a life Yeah, it's a life You've you been lied to You got yo finger on the trigger but the trigger finger lies Between what's within your rights Versus what you exercise You don't like to feel constricted, so you've broken extra ties Because no one told you life Comes with all these extra tides You've been broken, over spoken, to your breaking point and tired Homies dropping like the flies And it doesn't help to cry And then everybody offers unsolicited advice They don't ask you what it's like When your mental state is tried I've contemplated heaven in Hell's Kitchen Where everyone around me likes to cook with their shells different New seasons marínate the beef Grab the burner, turn up the heat Or get popped by the bacon grease tryna fill prisons It ain't guaranteed that no one 'round you has ill intentions Trauma helped you notice when the energy feels different Still wishing I could rob the well when I feel tension I'm better with the wait, but both my shoulders are still chipping My trigger finger itching Might kill someone
Writer(s): Brittney Aston Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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