War Time - Tu Gone Mobile

Standing on the edge of the Palisades' Cliffs In the shadow of the skyline very far away Like a lightning rod that couldn? t pull the storm from me I was 5 years old, my best friend's older brother died He fell from these cliffs The river washed him away, the current pulled him downstream And our lives float in the headlines, so we park these cars Parent? s garage listen to the lullaby Of carbon monoxide War all of the time In the shadow of the New York skyline We grew up too fast, falling apart Like the ashes of American flags If the sun doesn't rise We'll replace it with an H-bomb explosion A painted jail cell of light in the sky Like three mile island nightmares On TVs that sing us to sleep They burn on and on like an oil field Or a memory of what it felt like To burn on and on and not just fade away All those nights in the basement The kids are still screaming On and on and on and on War all of the time In the shadow of the New York skyline We grew up too fast, falling apart Like the ashes of American flags And we? re blowing in the wind We don? t know where to land So we kiss like little kids We used to be very tall buildings We? ve been falling for so long Now your eyes are a sign on the edge of town They offer a welcome when you are leaving War all of the time In the shadow of the New York skyline We grew up too fast, falling apart Like the ashes of American flags The pieces fall it? s like a last day parade And the fires in our streets start to rage So wave to those people who long to wave back From the fabric of a flag that sang, "Love all of the time" War all the time, war all the time All of the time War all the time, war all the time All of the time, all of the time War all of the time, war all of the time War all of the time, war all of the time

(Wait hol' up, This ABeats) (Ain't That DJ Chose Over There? Look like DJ Chose) Come with that motherfuckin' bag, we gon' get you together I'ma tell you On my mama and yours (ayy Dolo, we shootin' outside) First grade, was to myself, I never liked to play Woke up, grabbed the stick like, "Who gon' die today?" (Yeah) When it come to murder, I don't hesitate I was in that bottom just the other day You niggas rap 'bout kills I'm the real deal, bring out that yellow tape Put his feet up in the air, that's what Osama say Dissin' on the 'Net, I'm tryna see how many of there rent I'll take Every time they come around, we treat it like a holiday (bitch) Aimin' for his head, took off a ear, he ain't listen anyway I might pop out in your section with my weapon, ain't no checkin' in All the killers give me my respect, they know I get it in Ain't nothin' on this bitch, I need her mouth I tell her, "Get it right" (get it right) Clutchin' on my stick all up in class, you can ask FunnyMike Ain't gotta rep 'em bodies, bitch, I got 'em, if you know you know Pull up, servin' niggas door to door, we just like Domino's And I know what to do when pussy niggas wanna do the most Treat 'em, just like strippers, drop a bag, they shakin' by they toes Like to spend a ten, if I wanna her bad, I'll prolly spend a dub Trollin' on the 'Gram to get some fame, that nigga die for a buzz Last time we heard him speak, he said he'd come and wipe my nose They ain't even cry about that nigga since his funeral (turn me up) It go grrah, what that switch do Pick your partner up, he a tissue It go grrah, what that switch do Pick your dawg up, he a tissue Grrah, what that switch do (pick your mans up) Pick your dad up, he a tissue (pick your mans up) Grrah, what that switch do (bitch) Pick your cousin up, he a tissue (pick your mans up) It go grrah, what that switch do Pick your partner up, he a tissue It go grrah, what that switch do Pick your dawg up, he a tissue Man, what you mean, Gucci slippers in here? Only nigga in the penitentiary with the red Gucci slides, man That ain't Blood shit, man Wait hold up, man, that's Gucci's, man Come, come with that motherfuckin' bag, we gon' get you together I'ma tell you On my mama and yours From now on, I got hella investments (let 'em know that bitch real) Let's go, let's go, let's go Let's go, war time