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The lyrics paint a raw, unflinching portrait of a young person grappling with immense pressure and a devastating family secret. The opening lines immediately establish a dark, almost suicidal ideation, a desire to "pull that trigger" fueled by a lifetime of hardship and internal conflict. This initial shock is juxtaposed with a past of scarcity – "home cooked food, no money to eat out" – hinting at a struggle for survival that has bred a volatile, aggressive defense mechanism: "Violate and I'm knocking em lights out." The narrator's reflection in the mirror becomes a confrontation with this hardened self, a self born from difficult circumstances. The core tension arises from the strained relationship with the narrator's mother. There's a clear disconnect, a feeling of not being understood, especially regarding the narrator's perceived masculinity and independence: "Treat me like a boy and tell me how to be a man." Despite this friction, a deep love for the mother is evident, expressed through repeated affirmations and a desire to avoid bringing "drama" home. This love, however, is overshadowed by a growing dread, a premonition that the mother's stress is taking a severe toll, a fear that she might be "gone forever." The devastating reveal – "Last week I was diagnosed with cancer" – lands with brutal force, re-contextualizing the narrator's earlier anxieties and aggressive posturing. The desire to "pull that trigger" now seems less about self-destruction and more about an overwhelming despair at the mother's impending death. The lyrics shift from outward aggression to a desperate plea, a wish to have "listened" and a promise to be there: "Mama please believe I'm coming with you." This is a profound moment of regret and a desperate attempt to connect in the face of inevitable loss. Later verses introduce a new layer of irony and dread. The narrator achieves a semblance of material success – "Grown money on my wrist, eighties" – but it feels hollow, overshadowed by the impending "funeral." The pursuit of wealth and status becomes a desperate attempt to "live a little before the funeral," a race against time. The most gut-wrenching twist comes with the revelation of the mother's pregnancy, a cruel cosmic joke that adds the burden of impending fatherhood to the narrator's grief. The repeated desire to "pull that trigger" transforms from a suicidal impulse to a desperate wish to escape the overwhelming pain and responsibility, a raw expression of a soul pushed to its absolute limit.

Angel - R&B, UK R&B

Mirror

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I can see myself staring in the mirror And when I reflect on all of the things that I've been through I wanna pull that trigger Home cooked food, no money to eat out Violate and I'm knocking em lights out Think bout all the things that I've been through I wanna pull that trigger Hard hit they say I'm like my papa Ain't hard to figure out why I don't listen to my mother I know it's wild and I need to make her smile cos All the stressing out might have her gone forever Damn I don't that shit too, but I know I'm the man I been standing on my own two That's some shit she will never understand Treat me like a boy and tell me how to be a man I love my mama, I love my mama To this house I ain't ever tryna bring the drama The ting turn up, but I ain't got a crew, it's me one up So mama, whats up You crying to yourself, but it's a different tune Thinking to myself is it me or is it you She looks at me and says for all your questions here's the answer Last week I was diagnosed with cancer Now I'm wishing that I listened Can't believe what I did If it's the least you could do Mama please believe I'm coming with you I can see myself staring in the mirror And when I reflect on all of the things that I've been through I wanna pull that trigger Home cooked food, no money to eat out Violate and I'm knocking em lights out Think bout all the things that I've been through I wanna pull that trigger Grown money on my wrist, eighties But no time on my hand to make that shit gleam I'm tryna do well, could blind you with the jewels Just tryna live a little before the funeral So big whips, buff chicks are {?} Jealous niggas in my circle stay preeing While I'm out here tryna make a killing It's ironic mama's life still slipping They don't know better Now I'm thinking that I should've known better When she was screaming don't take it out faster Now it makes sense just a couple months after So now the word around town She got a belly and it's getting real round And now I'm praying to the Father Lord God I ain't ready to be no father Now I'm wishing that I listened Can't believe what I did If it's the least you could do Mama please believe I'm coming with you I can see myself staring in the mirror And when I reflect on all of the things that I've been through I wanna pull that trigger Home cooked food, no money to eat out Violate and I'm knocking em lights out Think bout all the things that I've been through I wanna pull that trigger I can see myself staring in the mirror And when I reflect on all of the things that I've been through I wanna pull that trigger Home cooked food, no money to eat out Violate and I'm knocking em lights out Ah yeah, and I wanna pull that trigger Yeah, yeah, trigger, trigger, yeah Trigger, trigger, trigger, trigger I wanna pull it, I wanna pull it, I wanna pull it

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