War Wounds

By Lync Lone

On Pest 3

Released on March 27, 2019

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(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 ass bitches

Who hit my digits

Inflicting me with persistence

On giving a shit 'bout friendship

Got me scarred up

I'm just tryna live my life

Why yo ass 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 sophomore

Now I gotta cough more, can't hold back

Big old wheeze in the middle of my class

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 bitches runnin' wild

"Why did I leave him? He done got style

Why did I treat him so shitty? 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

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 ass bitches

Who hit my digits

Inflicting me with persistence

On giving a shit 'bout friendship

Got me scarred up

I'm just tryna live my life

Why yo ass gotta argue?

Get larger than you

I got War Wounds from my blues, yuh

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 kill, 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 bitches down from

The attic, fuck the patek, ima watch while you fall hun, yuh

Stickin' it to my damn country

All of this shit is so hell, don't touch me

All of these fuckers post bail, well fuck free

Might as well be locked in a jail paying fuck fees

All you pussies 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"

Bitch, you was just bumpin' me

I got stats with your name on it, try to fuck 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

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 ass bitches

Who hit my digits

Inflicting me with persistence

On giving a shit 'bout friendship

Got me scarred up

I'm just tryna live my life

Why yo ass gotta argue?

Get larger than you

I got War Wounds from my blues, yuh