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Civil War
- My mother asked why I write and the answer is therapy
- Sometimes I go through shit and nobody can be there for me
- Killing the things that I love, murky water erases clarity
- All these constant wars in my head makes it get close to burying me
- Taking over my life, I can't do a single thing about it
- Everything that it takes adds another muscle to the body
- I've been running away but I got to snap the fuck up out it
- Coward talking yesterday, my tomb is built up on a mountain
- Grim has been chasing me like "Boy you weak, when are you gonna stop?"
- Bro's beating my ass up, cleaning the floor with me like I'm a mop
- My life was so fucking green but scattering red is hard to stop
- Insider threats are hard because ain't nobody calling the cops
- I used to be normal but it's been a while since I was that way
- Honestly the last time was probably way back in second grade
- Never thought about nothing like "How do you fucking live this way?"
- But I guess that's one step closer to me being thrown into my grave
- (Hook)
- I don't get love from nobody, so nothing will ever be real
- It's hard when you're just one body because you don't know how to feel
- Alone with my conscious trying to create a little repeal
- And then Top Dog likes to come in and talking shit like "What's your deal?"
- (Verse)
- If there was one word I could relate with then it would be struggle
- There ain't no such thing as the hate for me never wanting to hustle
- Ever since the Civil War started the load been on the double
- Surrender is not an option or your world will start to crumble
- Battle still is going on but I'm a junkie like Barney Gumble
- Had to give myself a little break or else I'll be in trouble
- Can't go fighting wars if I will go out and get fucking humbled
- Gotta stay alive just to thrive, this asshole's getting pummeled
- Imma make a change in my ways, hitting this shit, bloody knuckles
- Get ya in the jaw, knocking your ass out and then your knees buckle
- I put you on the mat, ref counting ten, so much for a tussle
- Ain't no teeth left in your mouth, now you will be stuck with that muzzle
- (Hook)
- I don't get love from nobody, so nothing will ever be real
- It's hard when you're just one body because you don't know how to feel
- Alone with my conscious trying to create a little repeal
- And then Top Dog likes to come in and talking shit like "What's your deal?"
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