Weapons VI (Alias Remix) Songtext
You got the coal and ash in your hand
Fire in your heart but no master plan
Burn through your bridges, everybody ran
Destroy friendships like nobody can
Turn off the faucet, you try to force it
Stumble to save it, but then you lost it
Own first weapon, everybody's stepping
Get far away, but "Who you reppin'?"
Sadly it's us, but when you bust
Sounds recycled stop being rushed
Kick it with it, no one to kick it with you know or ??? wicked
Dead on description, my prescription
Quit cold turkey, my affliction
Blaming, sinking over and over
Break the chains of constant friction
Waving goodbye take off and fly
Another friendship is going to die
Add it to the pile, it won't be the last
Strut off that unless you break your caste
Never your fault, always theirs
List of complaints, nobody cares
Washing my hands, truth be damned
Keep this wish you'll sing to the sand
Run the course, what's the source
of inspiration cause you sound forced
Open wound closed double band-aid
On my toes now, with my plans made
Connections cut, gates are shut
Done with this, no if's, and's, or but's
Do me a favor, save the frown
Shut your mouth, put your weapons down
Fire in your heart but no master plan
Burn through your bridges, everybody ran
Destroy friendships like nobody can
Turn off the faucet, you try to force it
Stumble to save it, but then you lost it
Own first weapon, everybody's stepping
Get far away, but "Who you reppin'?"
Sadly it's us, but when you bust
Sounds recycled stop being rushed
Kick it with it, no one to kick it with you know or ??? wicked
Dead on description, my prescription
Quit cold turkey, my affliction
Blaming, sinking over and over
Break the chains of constant friction
Waving goodbye take off and fly
Another friendship is going to die
Add it to the pile, it won't be the last
Strut off that unless you break your caste
Never your fault, always theirs
List of complaints, nobody cares
Washing my hands, truth be damned
Keep this wish you'll sing to the sand
Run the course, what's the source
of inspiration cause you sound forced
Open wound closed double band-aid
On my toes now, with my plans made
Connections cut, gates are shut
Done with this, no if's, and's, or but's
Do me a favor, save the frown
Shut your mouth, put your weapons down