Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song War Torn, artist - Thi'slDate of issue: 24.10.2019
Song language: English
War Torn |
| I don’t wanna die young |
| I don’t wanna die young |
| Where I’m from, everybody in my city got a gun |
| They 'bout to catch a body, already on the run |
| I don’t wanna die young |
| I don’t wanna die young |
| Where I’m from, everybody in my city got a gun |
| They 'bout to catch a body, already on the run |
| They perc’d up, talkin' slick talk |
| Activis, that’ll make 'em lift off |
| Say only feel for the kickoff |
| Shooters on the court for the tipoff |
| When it’s playin' time, runners criss-cross |
| Hopin' that the pass get picked off |
| Bullets make 'em jump like Kris Kross |
| Thugs war red like Rick Ross |
| Oh, no, no, no, oh |
| Them boys comin' with them Dracos |
| Mama yellin', «Get from by the window» |
| Guess they ain’t even war torn, it’s cold |
| I don’t wanna die young |
| I don’t wanna die young |
| Where I’m from, everybody in my city got a gun |
| They 'bout to catch a body, already on the run |
| I don’t wanna die young |
| I don’t wanna die young |
| Where I’m from, everybody in my city got a gun |
| They 'bout to catch a body, already on the run |
| Why you rappin' 'bout yo' Tom Fords? |
| They done knocked him outta his Concords |
| They’ll come through and they’ll shoot for us |
| Like they puttin' points on a scoreboard |
| My whole city been war torn |
| They clappin' like it’s a encore |
| But you don’t get no encore |
| With 6 shots through them car doors |
| Oh, Lord, oh, Lord, oh, Lord (oh, Lord) |
| Them boys, them boys, them boys (them boys) |
| We don’t wanna loose our |
| But now they even startin' to kill our ladies |
| I don’t wanna die young |
| I don’t wanna die young |
| Where I’m from, everybody in my city got a gun |
| They 'bout to catch a body, already on the run |
| I don’t wanna die young |
| I don’t wanna die young |
| Where I’m from, everybody in my city got a gun |
| They 'bout to catch a body, already on the run |
| Yeah, Father, forgive 'em, they came to clip off my angel wings |
| As I’m buff and they bluffin' borders |
| They too gritty like Mac, Mega, but maybe Link |
| to the I never said a thing (get to it) |
| Walk in the Light, I’m talkin' sense |
| Hee, ha |
| Just got versed in Levi’s |
| Preacher bro with the T sides |
| I ain’t a banger, but could get you 3 eyes |
| In yo' city where the good |
| Workin' for Tekken, you finessed the finessin' |
| Gettin' mulah under pressure, rims are tied, could dress 'em, uh |
| Young King Thi’sl worth a Word, get cheddar |
| Not just, upon Yo' Word, could live forever and I feel so way up |
| I don’t wanna die young |
| I don’t wanna die young |
| Where I’m from, everybody in my city got a gun |
| They 'bout to catch a body, already on the run |
| I don’t wanna die young |
| I don’t wanna die young |
| Where I’m from, everybody in my city got a gun |
| They 'bout to catch a body, already on the run |