Tragic — текст песни (Orange 9mm)

There`s always one of them in the bunch
Socializing and sticking lies in
Acting like nobody got a clue to the scenerio
When the truth comes out they`re scrambling
To dodge the ball
All of this none of it for any reason
You know who I`m taking about
They try to stick their keys into your brain,
But I think we kinda had it
Type of life that ends up tragic

Do you wanna live, or do you wanna die?
Talk a lotta shit is kinda like a suicide

You could spot them from miles and miles
Got their hand in your pocket and face with a smile
I could recollect a sucker trying to play me out
Putting words in my mouth
so he would get someone to dis me for what I`m about
But youknow and I know if I got beef I shout
I`m getting sick of muthafuckers and their stupid habits
Type of life that ends up tragic...tragic