Chyno - Fight or Flight lyrics

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Chyno - Fight or Flight lyrics

[Verse 1] Is it Fight or is it Flight? Exile! "Get the f** out" This X-files. Skullies get knocked down Like "Let's fight"! Being home sick got me less nice Euro trip got me feeling You can't quench your thirst with ice Let it melt. This heat inside Made me leave home, but i'll circle back If i'm left without my rights So, so. You fixing that back? Oh, oh. You chiropractic? No, no. Just wishing that Sham Take notes from what Cairo practiced When I say sham, I mean Damascus By "sha'ab", I mean the ma**es Is in a sham when the media ban Covers up what happened, and... "You don't know what the f** is going on" So i call back home "But Pops can't tell you on the phone" That's Boston crab, that means Everybody tapped, a**ets frozen Relatives kidnapped, ransom paid But still he ain't back, cash is gone International sanctions, can't withdraw War, War, that is War! Tanks and guns right at your door Enough little boys to win your war Enough little girls to have some more We don't want more Because that's not pure We need baptism With Zam zam water Let's have some order Could i get some freedom and Could i please get peace with that Without you tryna get a piece of that? Can i get a piece of mind? Can i get some sleep with that? No rest for the wicked till I have my dreams come back [Verse 2] Is it fight or is it flight? Exile!, Are you in? Leave it all behind you and R-U-N Arguing, "Are you men?" Are you if you Stay home get strapped with arms and then Boots on laced up, like army men Move on next block, an apartment gets Shot up, so what if they are your friends? Excuse me sir, they were you friends Keyword is "were". When the war begins You take up sides, when bridges burn Can't make amends "We'll pay for this". Plenty sins Too many sins, no innocence To replenish this, two words To distinguish this "Exodus, Genesis" Ironically, "Old Testament" "Coincidence, Estimates" "Conspiracies, Evidence" Don't take much to start these kids Donate guns and promises Home made bombs and lots of sh** That go "Prapraprapra", and start a War, War, that is War! Tanks and guns right at your door Enough little boys to win your war Enough little girls to have some more We don't want more Because that's not pure We need ablution With holy water Let's stop the slaughter I think we need to fast Can I please eat halal Without you tryna put beef with that? Can I see the greener gra**? Can I eat some cheese on that? No picnic for the wicked until I get to feed my fam