War; Torn
• Written by Krona
Damn boy. Who knew?
I'm trynna figure out your view
Runn'in round, new boo
Nothing left 'tween me and you
And its funny right
You think you're something special
You wanna start a fight
Don't lose ya mental
This a war boy you a toy soldier
Playing games cause she control ya
Used to hang together, most everyday
Through all the bad times, and the shitty weather
'Member when your mumma used to love me
Calling me her son, destined brothers
And for me there ain't no others
Had them runn'in wild, sneak out late at night
Truly gave em frights, if i woulda known what it'd turn you to
we shoulda stayed home and played cod
Cause now when i hit you up, you always snob
My father told me people come and go
Never thought it would be you, dogged me for a hoe
Still a pill that's hard to swallow
See you tomorrow, on the battle field
But this companionship you really killed
I guess i always knew
Sick and tired of your silly view
Talk'in big game with ya new crew
'Cos there's nothing left 'tween me and you
And its funny right
You think you're something special
You wanna start a fight
Don't lose ya mental
I know you never listen but, i gotta let it out
Makes ya mumma real sad, she just sit and pout
Shoulda taken a different route
In the end, i do regret it
All this built up rage, i shouldn't let it
I gotta lock the cage, too much damage
Just know i couldn't manage
To see my friend, my bro
Slip away so slow
But man i can't take it no mo'
All your waving and your smiling, I know you're a phoney
Hit the contacts so I block, don't try to fucking phone me
Sitting there feeling sad and lonely
As you fade away, i hold my hand out
Now i realise without a doubt
I don't know what you heard about
Things will never be the same
Really not my problem bitch stay in your lane.
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Krona
Member since May 21 2020