War

Lyrics

[Intro - hazy 808s rumbling low, distant trap hi-hats ticking like rain, whispered ad-libs echoing regret]

You walked in mean
But I seen that face
All talk, no teeth
All smoke, no flame

[Verse 1 - sparse piano keys dripping melancholy, slow trap snare rolls, deep monotone rap delivery with subtle Auto-Tune haze]

Black boots hit hard
On the grocery floor
You want a scene?
Then knock that door
Shadows stretch long in this empty aisle glow
Heart heavy like the bags I can't let go
Your eyes screamed fire, but they flickered cold
Now the silence haunts, story left untold

[Pre-Chorus - building tension with layered vocal echoes, swelling synth pads dark and atmospheric, ad-libs sighing in minor key]

You been barking all night
At a dead-end moon
I got a grin like steel
And a hand that moves too soon
But deep down it breaks, this war we chase
Ghosts in the mirror, lost in the haze

[Chorus - heavy sidechained 808 bass thumping sorrow, chopped soul sample hooks, raspy rap shouts fading into melancholy harmonies]

Come get some
Come get some
You said you wanted war
Come get some
Come get some
Now you’re at my door

Out, bitch, out
Step up or run
Come get some
Come get some
(Ad-libs: "Fading out... too late now...")

[Verse 2 - glitchy hi-hat triplets stuttering grief, muffled kick drums like a heartbeat slowing, pitched-down vocals dripping despair]

Your friends went quiet
When I laughed that way
Your jaw went pale
Like cheap display
I don’t bluff twice
I don’t beg for peace
If you want that heat
Then take your seat
But now the room spins empty, echoes of your name
Regret like smoke, choking out the flame
We built this cage from words we couldn't tame

[Bridge - stripped-back to reverb-drenched piano and faint vinyl crackle, vulnerable half-sung rap, raw emotion cracking through]

What we fighting for? This hollow throne?
Tears in the dark, we're both alone
Moonlight lies, can't fix what's torn
Come get some... or just be gone

[Outro - fading trap hi-hats dissolving into ether, elongated vocal echoes trailing off, distant 808 pulse slowing to silence]

Come get some...
Come get some...
(Whispers: "Too late... all smoke... no flame...")