Brocé -Namnlös (ENG)

Brocé -Namnlös (ENG)

Praying for my mother love to family, brothers
father forgive me such a pity that it came to this fosterhomes and everything
A worst gift then a unwanted wedding ring on your finger,
hold on the trigger, thinking of poppin'em
these friends aint going to heav'en.

Then I see the strings, what's happening?
Fucked me over worst then a post-traumatic soldier,
that's what I told ya'll, now I'm bouncing of the walls
Like a kangaroo
who are you telling me what to do
No it ain't cool, I told you, I'm no soldier nor your slave, I'll behave.
Don't judge me.. I said don't judge me..


I'm straight edge homie, you know me.
Don't ask too many questions I'll co-op so stop guessing
I'm on your lesson, testin' out my own chemistry.
They told me I had A.D.H.D.
Fuck that I'm not flawless
but I know all that was bullshit when I saw it.

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Jag har inte döpt texten, men det skulle vara schysst om jag kunde få lite feedback.
Då tackar jag för mig.
Peace A.J