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Possession of a Weapon

Caitlyn Scarlett
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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 bitches 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 that I would swing both ways Bet you didn't think that I could sing this phrase This rose has its thorns, I hang my halo on my horns Sorry I missed your call, I was underground as usual This 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 lobotomize your need to run away I keep on surfing these couches, haven't been home in days But I'll do anything to stay, sometimes this shit gets in the way All my friends are in love but my aversion to trust Keeps my career coming first, then I make it to work Oh, just look what you 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 gonna do? Oh, just look what you 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 shit's easy, I'm getting bored Bringing vibes you ain't heard before Won't be long 'til you beg for more Way too focused for fake shit, I still have too much to prove Beware my lyrical fist 'cause that shit can leave a bruise Been sacrificing food and sleep trying to get that recognition, bitch I am the heat, fuck 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 fucking false-claiming Been doing this shit 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 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 gonna do? Oh, just look what you 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, it's tearing at me And I hear you scream "Baby, don't shoot, don't shoot" "Baby, don't shoot"