Correction Paroles The Buckle par Marlon Craft

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Live from the beginning of the end of days
Could feel the doom all on my head, word to Metal Face
Led astray, collectively believing will I've held to pay
Underneath the apathy's the empathy that went away
I never hesitate to roll the boulder up the mountain
Shoulder keepin' hope for days
I'll see the view atop when I get older
It's certain that we lose, I think it's best we play
'Cause neither you or I are bigger than the game
What's it mean to do it for the culture?
For the judgment of the people that you close to?
I got the spirit and I got the juice, I'm a mimosa
But I'll be a former pro before I let the former go
How I make the profit? By bein' an oracle
How I shape the optics? By leavin' the story told
How my skin is this clean with a gory soul?
I'd like to think the more we know, then the more we grow
But came of age in a world that’s fallin' apart
What good is Steph's range when everything's a shot in the dark?
Got to know myself and it wasn't a walk in the park
Used to want the glamor, now all I want's a walk in the park
Finally love me naturally, wanna get me out of harm's way
So how I'm supposed to reconcile our fate?
Late stage capitalistic decline, division and lies, sickness of mine
Clock's ticking on our time here
"What's the point?" That's what our actions all screaming to me
I think we all playing emotionally dumb, hoping to be numb
More than what we'd hope we would become
Like the hope that when we's young we all hoped we'd overcome, so
How to grow up and not lose that?
Remain undefeated even when I lose, jack
Whether toasting cheers or drowning in the booze, jack
I'm tryna live for me
I'm more than what I produce, facts
I'm tryna live for you too
Realize there's no such thing as a lose-lose
'Cause you could keep your honor if you choose to
We always got a choice
And I choose me and choose you
I choose to care, remove despair
Improve and bear witness to whatever limits of my fitness is
How I'm gonna be free? WWE
Keep fighting even if it's scripted to the finish
Remember the story you'd always tell about when I was reachin'?
Oh yeah
You know?
Yeah, The Buckle
And we had this wicker trunk
That, um, it had a, you know, it had, like, a gold lock
You know, that hung down like that
And, you know, you could knock it
And make it go up and down and up and down
And, you know, you'd just, I'd put you on the ground, on the blanket
And you could lay on your stomach
And, oh, you'd just be tryna get that buckle, man
For, like, a long time
That's when I knew that you were, like, you know, persistent

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