Hot Fiction - War Of Attrition | Текст песни

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• War Of Attrition

I ain’t got no rhyme,
I ain’t go no rhythm,
Ain’t got no time,
No time for indecision,
‘Cause I’m first in line,
For losing my inhibition
In a war with my mind,
A war of attrition.

I don’t need no rest,
Don’t need no sleep,
Gonna hurt myself
‘Fore I admit defeat
And I’m not impressed
With what your telling me.
I’m gonna make a mess,
Gonna make you see.

Whoa, body and mind.

War of attrition.