Possession of a Weapon

[Verse 1]
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, you'll never be the same
Might not be from the hood, but I'm bringing the goods
Send a bill to these bitches while I'm billin' a spliff
You lookin' 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
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 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 faster than I make it to work

[Chorus]
Ooo, Ooo, Ooo, Ooo, Ooo, Ooo, Ooooooooooo
Oh just look what you've done, falling in love with a gun
Can't live without half of me
You just might die in the hands of me
Tried to warn you more than once of the harm that could come
Falling for the reaper, coming through your speakers
In possession of a weapon you don't know how to use
Infatuation with the fire and what are you gonna do (oh)
Oh just look what you've done, falling in love with a gun

[Verse 2]
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
Hear my voice 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

[Chorus]
Ooo, Ooo, Ooo, Ooo, Ooo, Ooo, Ooooooooooo
Oh just look what you've done, falling in love with a gun
Can't live without half of me
You just might die in the hands of me
Tried to warn you more than once of the harm that could come
Falling for the reaper, coming through your speakers
In possession of a weapon you don't know how to use
Infatuation with the fire and what are you gonna do (oh)
Oh just look what you've done, falling in love with a gun

[Beat Switch]

My wings are still coming through
And they're not built to carry two (mmmhmmm)
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," (mmmhmmm)
"Baby, don't shoot"