[Intro]
(Flea)
[Verse]
Cook
Much of life tug of war
I trust the lies and bloody swords
And young or wise, I wasn't sure
Hunger rising, some restored
A hundred skies, regular floors
My uncle died juggling war
Those numbers rise, it struck a chord
Monthly rides, just stuck and tired
Enough divided cups to pour
Trouble find me less untoward
Come for violence, nothing pure
Clutter island, hundreds piled
Money pirate, jump aboard
Stomach grinding, butterflies
I couldn't die, just nothing more
Muddy diamonds rupture core
Courage strike from luck ignored
Push yourself if you 'bout your force
Those crooked slums where thugs resort
Hood above, I lust for warrant
Cookie crumbs above the torch
Looking slumped and unemployed
No kush and comfort for the boy
Huh, I couldn't crush my mother joy
She shouldn't trust my stubborn love, they never gave your son a choice
Uh, much of life a tug of war
I trust the lies and bloody sword
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