Everything's a mess
And I'm a wild wreck
Nowadays everything is sex
But all I got is this chatter in my skull
Yeah
Gotta get it off my chest
This bullet-ridden vest
Nowadays everything's surface
But all I got is deep waters in my soul
There's something brewing inside me
It's called the art of war
And even though I've been told they think I'm gonna fold
I've retaliated before
Art of war
Everything makes sense
Underneath this lens
And I love what it represents
But all I got is heart with two hands tied
Yeah
Gotta come up for some air
To let these parts repair
And I hate what it implies
But all I got is skinned knees for the hundredth time
There's something brewing around me
It's standing at my door
And even though I've been told I'm too much and not enough
They keep coming back for more
Art of war
Bang bang
And I won't back down now
Art of war