paroles de chanson Waste - Breana Marin , Clutch Royal

I can't control the world me getting colder (colder)
Plus I got enemies over my shoulder (shoulder)
I'm just grateful for another day
Another change and I won't
Let it go to waste
I can't control the world me getting colder (colder)
Plus I got enemies over my shoulder (shoulder)
I'm just grateful for another day
Another change and I won't
Let it go to waste

I was living in a middle class life
Feeling middle class fly (fly)
Middle class clothes
Mixed with middle class cries (cries)
Everything changed
When my middle class died
To a poor man's soul
Warmed in poor man's fires (fires)
Fantasies of newer life
Mixed with newer goals
Living different
Adulting came with newer controls
All I had was mind steady thinking of home
And All around was destruction
Breaking down to the bone
Wait (wait)
I'm tripping (I'm tripping)
Look how I'm talking different
I'm reminiscing on circumstances to fuel the feeling
I'm Gathering the relatable just the feed the witnesses
Creating sounds of vibrations so it can sooth the listen
Wait (wait)
But listen (but listen)
But this ain't fiction Is it
This ain't a fabricated lesson just so you can feel it
I'm telling you the very rule of speaking life to meaning
And See your purpose
See your purpose
If you need the healing (the healing)

I can't control the world me getting colder (colder)
Plus I got enemies over my shoulder (shoulder)
I'm just grateful for another day
Another change and I won't
Let it go to waste
I can't control the world me getting colder (colder)
Plus I got enemies over my shoulder (shoulder)
I'm just grateful for another day
Another change and I won't
Let it go to waste

Close your eyes
Feel the pain
Start to fade away (away)
Feel the strength of the chains
Start to break away (away)
Feel the love
Up above
If you need a way (a way)
I tell you something
More than nothing
If you need a day (day)
Masking the joy with the pain
So you can feel the pity
I'm Seeing death before dishonor
Never in your city
I'm Seeing gang relating killings
But never this gritty

Ha
I tell you (I tell you)
I gotta hide my chain (my chain)
They robbing left and right
For profit
They going insane (insane)
A vicious cycle of bondage
Tie it up to the game (game)
They love you once
They kill your soul
Never hear you again
They lay a cross down
Attended the church
Felt that they were judged so they left out of hurt
They Took back to the streets
And used the burner to lurk
Until the streets got the jump
You're head first in the hearse
See I'll pray for you (pray for you)