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Simple Minds War Babies

same War Babies Be mine, be mine, War Babies Nothing feels the same War Babies War Babies Nothing feels the same Be mine Be mine War Babies

same War Babies Be mine, be mine, War Babies Nothing feels the same War Babies War Babies Nothing feels the same Be mine Be mine War Babies

the same War Babies Be mine, be mine, War Babies Nothing feels the same War Babies War Babies Nothing feels the same Be mine Be mine War Babies

I put my feet Down solid mashin' on top of concrete Before all the ways of war House an' car doors felt the rays of war When life was simple as shit

on that ecs we rollin rollin North memphis pistols totin totin Baby bottles full of cert With that ice we keep it frozen Fills of nigga on my hip Baby

me they hate, to cherish But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game Made for war, my aim is simple and plain Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these

t me You can't bite no mics like me, fa sho can't box like me War we done been in a few, who knew how many minds we blew Coming straight to the Avenue

a baby was born in a monastery bed The miracle happening here on this Earth Was perceived as a glorious new Virgin Birth From the moment in time that baby

We switch up, I gave the stroke though Ill skin color coco, we loco love is love talk the tre` ocho Status illmatic, whatever raw dealer for real-a Baby