war

Fousheé - war Lyrics

Fousheé

American singer and songwriter

war Lyrics by Fousheé

Bad girls don’t fuss, they’d rather be
Living a life of harmony
What’s watered grows and as for me…
I’d rather not be at war

It trickles in, in tiny drops
Next you’re swimming in deep water
We build our world with the tongue
And I’d rather not be at war (Yeah)
I’d rather not be at war (Yeah)
I’d rather not be at war (War)

Reap what you sow, I vow to suffer no more
I’ve played the victim before, it’s not appealing as belly laughing
No one can save you from the truth you create
Pray for my opps every day, ’cause they gon’ hate this here year I’m having

Bad girls don’t fuss, they’d rather be
Living a life of harmony
What’s watered grows and as for me…
I’d rather not be at war
I’d rather not be at war (Yeah)
I’d rather not be at war

Fousheé

American singer and songwriter

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