Mobody - BATTLEFIELD

(So much gore)
Can't tell you how I feel my love is war
Battlefield in my head there's so much gore
Demons tryna keep me dead
I'm all alone
But I know it's in my head so move along
Fuck a bitch and then I her sister
I don't care about your man
No not your mister
Thinking about my ex bitch
No I don't miss her
Get to fuck the next bitch then I dismiss her
I need that cash in advance
I need that shit in a duffel bag
I fell in love with the stack
I moonwalk to the bank
Oh they know that I'm bad
Get the money then I skrr (Yeah)
I'm a pain in the ass
Motherfucker take a sit if you can't stand me
I always been low
I'm a sicko
I take your bitch use her ass as my pillow
Oh that your main bitch?
Damn kiddo
Cause we just fucked and she swallowed all my kiddos
Ya I fuck you now then fuck your sister tomorrow
You trophy bitch
Hit her like I just won a lotto
I'm getting head in the back of my Mercedes
When she done I kick her out
Cause you know I'm a savage
(Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah)
Can't tell you how I feel my love is war
Battlefield in my head there's so much gore
Demons tryna keep me dead
I'm all alone
But I know it's in my head so move along
Fuck a bitch and then I her sister
I don't care about your man
No not your mister
Thinking about my ex bitch
No I don't miss her
Get to fuck the next bitch then I dismiss her
Four pockets full and I still need a bank
Big body benz I be driving a tank
Keeping a glock not shooting a blank
Ridin with shooters they hitting a flank
Drop the addy we hitting the spot
Ridin with lasers we letting off shots
Just like Tyreek you catching them dots
Getting these bands I get them in lots
Just like a villain we turning the plot
Team on my back like I'm doing a squat
Fuckin on women they got to be hot
Might take a while I know she a thot
Not lil boat cuss we chilling on yachts
Fucking that bitch and I'm giving her god
Ya pussy
No this ain't a game
Since I had my heart broke I ain't ever been the same
Gave her everything I had then she threw away
Stole my heart yea that bitch got a getaway (Ya)
Tryna run away (Ya)
Tried to get away (Ya)
Get to the top (Ya)
Imma reach the fame (Ya)
Imma do my thing (Ya)
Then I make it rain (Ya)
Then I'll give her two shots as a wedding ring
(Two shots as a wedding ring)
Hollow tips gon catch her
Like a soul snatcher
(Turn me up!)
Can't tell you how I feel my love is war
Battlefield in my head there's so much gore
Demons tryna keep me dead
I'm all alone
But I know it's in my head so move along
Fuck a bitch and then I her sister
I don't care about your man
No not your mister
Thinking about my ex bitch
No I don't miss her
Get to fuck the next bitch then I dismiss her
Yea I gotta new chick
Duh ima kiss her
Pacifist I don't fight fair
She'll hit you in the kisser
Ima little scared to confess
She a fear ripper
Stab me in the chest I admit it
She a dear killer
Can't tell you how I feel my love is war
You ain't neva seen this side of me before
Heart swelling in my chest it's in my core
And ain't nun like revenge to settle the score
Can't tell you how I feel
My love is war

Written by:
Daniel Ekituate, Fotis Santamouris, Mohammad Khazali, Tajh Amori

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