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lirik lagu lync lone - war wounds

(tie ’em up ty tethers)

all these nightmares
my vision’s gettin’ scary (scary)
hallucinating when i’m awake and i’m feelin’ weary (weary)
these truth or dares i’m playin’ with my head
it’s gonna have me end up dead
no matter what my conscience tries to tell me (tell me)
all of these psycho -ss b-tches
who hit my digits
inflicting me with persistence
on giving a sh-t ’bout friendship
got me scarred up
i’m just tryna live my life
why yo -ss gotta argue?
get larger than you
i got war wounds from my blues, yuh

taking it back to the days
where all i used to do was take blunts to the face
my homies were older
so i got brought up
smoking myself sick when i was a soph-m-re
now i gotta cough more, can’t hold back
big old wheeze in the middle of my cl-ss
big old sneeze, i’m allergic to my pack
waking up thinkin’ ’bout asthma attacks
i try to be kind, but nice people suck
i’m rolling around with both my speakers up
i’m strolling around when only police are up
smoking strong on the ground but feel like my spirits are up
never doubt me, when i’m the one mobile
throwing you jokes to laugh, your soul wants you
get in the middle of the ring with these vultures
you see how little you seem when you get conquered
the plan is over now
and i got my old b-tches runnin’ wild
“why did i leave him? he done got style
why did i treat him so sh-tty? look now”
yuh
but that’s just the way life goes
bragging, standing up tall to boast
middle of the mall when i see these hoes
but i don’t say what up, too busy with these flows

and when i got war wounds coming
i make sure there’s at least seven gods summoned
i smoke in the lot and i’m smoking a lot
take that high then i take off running
i’m hopin’ to god that i’m holdin’ the glock
when i see my demise in a room full of opps
and i shoot, and i k!ll, and i boot from the top
of a building in the city when i’m movin’ through the blocks
the weed i smoke is a problem
so i guess i’ll call it facing my problems
and i guess ima let all these b-tches down from
the attic, f-ck the patek, ima watch while you fall hun, yuh
stickin’ it to my d-mn country
all of this sh-t is so h-ll, don’t touch me
all of these f-ckers post bail, well f-ck free
might as well be locked in a jail paying f-ck fees
all you p-ss-es wanna beef with me cause i’m in love (in love)
it’s taking everything in me not to beat my old homies up
they say “bro, you suck”
b-tch, you was just b-mpin’ me
i got stats with your name on it, try to f-ck with me
you was just in my dm tryna smoke with me
i got so much dirt on you, it’s like a coffin g

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