Possession of a Weapon

Don’t try to tame me or claim me

My only answer is maybe

If you can’t handle the pain then

You’re not cut out for the game

I come alive in the night

And turn to dust in the light of day

Try it my way and you’ll never be the same

Might not be from the hood

But I’m bringing the goods

Send the bill to these *******

While I’m billing a spliff

You’re looking oh so ashamed

Get rid of that frown

Not everyone can win in this game

You lost your crown that’s the circle of life

Been in the studio so long I’ve lost track of day and night

Wish i had time to settle down and maybe find a wife

Bet you didn’t think I would swing both ways

Bet you didn’t think that I could sing and spray

This rose has it’s thorns

I hang my halo on my horns

So sorry I missed your call

I was underground as usual

The city is my soulmate

And I swear it keeps me from dating

Cause I’m still yet to meet a person I could love more than this place

I find that London will lobotomise your need to runaway

I keep on surfing these couches

Haven’t been home in days

But i’ll do anything to stay

Sometimes this *******t gets in the way

All my friends are in love

But my aversion to trust

Keeps my career coming first yeah

Now lemme get to work

Oh just look what you’ve done

Fallen in love with a gun

Can’t live without having me

You just might die at the hands of me

Tried to warn you more than once

Of the harm that can come

Falling for the reaper

Coming through your speakers

In possession of a weapon you don’t know how to use

Infatuation with a firearm what are you gunna do oh

Oh just look what you’ve done

Fallen in love with a gun

So if you’re thinking of trying it

You should know I’m not buying it

All these musicians are dying

And I’m not even trying

Don’t even need to break a sweat to put these verses to bed

lyrics and melodies lie dead

On the floor as I tread

Over these amateur metaphors

This *******t's easy I’m getting bored

Bringing ****s you ain’t heard before

Won’t be long ’til you beg for more

Way too focused for fake *******t

I still have too much to prove

Beware my lyrical fist

Cause that *******t can leave bruise

Been sacrificing food and sleep

Tryna get that recognition

******* I am the heat

******* whatever you heard about the kitchen

No pun intended but I recommend you let that sink in

This is history in the making so just take a seat and listen

Hypnosis through headphones

I’m controlling your soul

You’ve no idea how far I’ll go

They’re counting on me back at home

So if you wanna take me on then I suggest you be afraid

I don’t take nicely to naming shaming and ******* false claiming

Been doing this *******t so long

My thoughts are turning to songs

All of my memories are dead

I just have melodies instead

You should get used to this voice

Don’t act like you have a choice

Just step back and admire

This weapon’s ready to fire

Oh just look what you’ve done

Fallen in love with a gun

Can’t live without having me

You just might die at the hands of me

Tried to warn you more than once

Of the harm that can common

Falling for the reaper

Coming through your speakers

In possession of a weapon you don’t know how to use

Infatuation with a firearm what are you gunna do oh

Oh just look what you’ve done

Fallen in love with a gun

My wings are still coming through

And they’re not built to carry two

Can’t be what you want me to be

You’re staring at me and I hear you scream

Baby don’t shoot

Don’t shoot

Baby don’t shoot