This Ain't A Scene,

"It's An Arms Race"

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This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 15 real life days.
Lion Stats
Experience
4520 / 21560 (20%)
Level 15
Strength 62 Speed 72
Stamina 86 Smarts 58
Agility 71 Skill 8
Total Stats: 357


Lion Currents
Age 8 years, 11 months old
Hunger
0%
Mood
100%
Sex Female
Pose Default
Personality
Focused (Kind)
Breeding Info
Father π’²π‘’π“…π“ˆπ‘’π“‰ (Deceased) Mother GOSSIP View Full Heritage
Last Bred 8 days ago Fertility Infertile (0%) View All Cubs Bred (3)
Appearance Markings
Base Prune (Burnt Skin) Slot 1: Noctis Quail Flecks (49%) Tier 3
Slot 2: Haunted Dapple (74%) Tier 3
Slot 3: Feline 9 Ebony (86%) Tier 5
Slot 4: Ember Mottled Vents (95%) Tier 3
Slot 5: Noctis Debris (85%) Tier 3
Slot 6: Noctis Grunge (100%) Tier 3
Slot 9: Feline 6 Maroon (100%) Tier 5
Genetics Red Dark Countershaded Rare
Eyes Star Ruby
Mane Type Hellraiser
Mane Color Ebony
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
None!
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 0 Successful Hunts 0 Success Rate 0%


Biography
I am an arms dealer fitting you with
Weapons in the form of words
And don't really care which side wins
Long as the room keeps singing, that's just the business I'm in

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
I'm not a shoulder to cry on, but I digress

I'm a leading man and the lies I weave are
Oh, so intricate, oh, so intricate
I'm a leading man and the lines I weave are
Oh, so intricate, oh, so intricate

I wrote the gospel on giving up
(You're looking pretty sinking)
But the real bombshells have already sunk
(Prima donnas of the gutter)
At night, we're painting your trash gold while you sleep
Crashing not like hips or cars, no, more like p-p-p-parties

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
Bandwagon's full, please catch another

I'm a leading man and the lies I weave are
Oh, so intricate, oh, so intricate
I'm a leading man and the lines I weave are
Oh, so intricate, oh, so intricate

Whoa, oh oh oh
Whoo!

All the boys who
The dance floor didn't love
And all the girls whose lips couldn't move fast enough
Sing until your lungs give out

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race (Now you!)
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race (Wear out the groove!)
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race (Sing out loud!)
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race (Oh, oh!)
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race!

I'm a leading man and the lies I weave are
Oh, so intricate, oh, so intricate
I'm a leading man and the lines I weave are
Oh, so intricate, oh, so intricate





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