LYRIC

Warriors – Warren Hue & Seori Lyrics

[Chorus: Seori]
Warriors with a big heart
No fear come alive
Warriors with a big heart
No fear come alive
Warriors with a big heart
No fear
Come alive
Come alive

[Verse 1: Warren Hue]
English class, I learned how to use commas
Grew a bit older now I can’t use commas
Blue dollars I swapped for the red I’m too stylish
Protect myself, surrounded by the shield
Like canned food products
All my life, never have school problems
Now the whole game like a food chart, and they got a section
For nеw Madonnas and new pajamas
Rappers be sleeping in thе fish section there’s new piranhas
Bite your whole sound like Shazam
I shocked the newcomers
I am not a doctor, I can’t save this
Even money, I buy the store my clothes replaced it
Seen a hundred laid on my bedside
Know I’m not a wave, but I said bye, to old habits
Ledge high, I’m outstanding, high standards
You weak rappers can’t stand right
You know my nan tight
She prayin’ every damn night for me
She prayin’ every damn night for me
Every damn night for me
I don’t need fortune cookies to tell me a message
I just be faker than a plastic obsession
I make the bank from expressions
I learned a lot from a lessons
That my grandparents were stressing me about
I don’t need weapons to spit out the rounds
The world round filled with magazines
Cover books don’t feature Asians with hella dreams
I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, yeah
I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, yeah

[Chorus: Seori]
Warriors with a big heart
No fear come alive
Warriors with a big heart
No fear come alive
Warriors with a big heart
No fear
Come alive
Come alive

[Bridge: Seori]
Waiting for the rising heart
Crashing down
Your all
Feels so unusual
I’m crying out to

[Verse 2: Warren Hue]
Ay
Your chopsticks for the paper
My chopsticks gave us power
I’ll bow down, but I’ll bow when the chop hit on your temple
My temple stands on respect
Your temple used for the net
Your temple used for the clout
Your temple hangs around clowns (Woah, woah, woah)
My temple hangs around clouds
88, that’s the set I rep’ everywhere is a set for you
Get your clothes and get dressed
Ay
You an actor, you a phony
I’m a champion with some trophies
I’ll grab the mic so you know me
In the studio, feel like I’m sitting down on some coach seats
I’m by my lonely
“You’re the best,” better show me
Your Louis Vuitton for showpiece
My Louis fit on me, cozy, I go deep

[Outro: Warren Hue]
Uh yeah, uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Cozy, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Hm, hm
Hm, hm
Yeah 

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