Представляем точный текст композиции "Tried To Shoot" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Brotha Lynch Hung . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Tried To Shoot» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Brotha Lynch Hung передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Brotha Lynch Hung - "Tried To Shoot"
Lyrics to Tried To Shoot : I be havin bad dreams about doin bad things No money, my momma is gone, its a sad thing And the devil is laughin, if there was such a thing You couldnt weigh my problems out with a human triple beam Im all fucked up, you might find me in the dump truck Gin in my cup, hundred and fifty on the rough Im a tough act to follow, leave your chest hollow See it aint that tough, heat that ass up with the ralo And hit the road, explode niggas with old vendettas I talk alot of shit so my click pack berettas to rip back your leather The world is cold, you could find me inside the bottle at 15 years old I was tired of all the arguin, fussin, and fightin Ten years later Im borrowin, adjusting the mic and Tryna make it through these hard times, tellin my problems But who cares, everybody I know got em Im upstairs, starin out the window drinkin O.E I know this bottle really love me, I love you too You be helpin me through my problems, killin my fears And you understand when I break down you bring out the tears And you give me heart, but I just cant take it Shits hella fucked up, bad luck, just cant shake it Half way to the grave, half way from birth Tryna wonder what my life is worth I think Im cursed [Chorus x2] I put the gun to my head, tried to shoot I think Im better off dead, wheres my kids' Make sure they aint around, tell em I love um Tell em bend down on the ground, plug ya ears What you hear aint nothin but a cartoon A bad dream, your daddy, he comin back soon In another form, re-born, with some great expectations Ima miss you too, believe it Got dealt some bad punches, but Ima roll with it Got served some bad lunches, so who can I trust' Got love and I dont want it, whos teachin me hate' Got hate when I dont need it, I believe in my faith Diagnosed manic depressive, only learned one lesson And thats fuck it, forget it, and let it die like the rest of em Battled with the best of em, they cant touch me Then shadowed out the rest of em, you cant fuck me Might as well go head and let me murder myself Niggas got hate for me anyway, take it, its hell And if I see you at the funeral, Ima reach out for you That one up in the corner, give his ass to the coroner He just another foreigner, all in my mix Dont have the slightest idea how Im feelin bout shit Cuz I maintain my composure, never tellin the plan My brain stained in dosia, Im tellin you man [Chorus x1] [ Tried To Shoot Lyrics ]
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