Friendly Fire (Slur, My Words)

Lissen here: yeah I buried friends
Had enough o' death roughen up the edges for a lifetime, or ten
I spoke at graveside services, I don't even get nervous is
It possible this could be put back? Some things, you shouldn't get good at
We all come strapped
With a mouthpiece flappin. most automatic
Would you believe as it happens?
We're taught that safety's just not attractive
Keep it off and that's it- a comedy of errors goes tragic
An accidents happen-
Too many I'm fine wit- some I wish hadn't
Confession, yeah I went- even felt some remorse
Sought forgiveness an meant it
Account's empty; I spent it
Only thing that gets through is a whole buncha questions
Like how can, a little bitta friction leave it all fragmented?
Went from a "So long" to a hard "Goodbye"-
Now, that's a death sentence

Finger onna trigger makin us feel bigger
An we don't consider who get caught up inna ammunition did ya, Did ya
Little bit more thinkin an just less pontificatin
Maybe less friendships are dyin onna table maybe maybe maybe
Finger onna trigger makin us feel bigger
An we don't consider who get caught up inna ammunition did ya, Did ya
Little bit more thinkin, less pontificatin
Maybe less friendships are dyin onna table maybe maybe maybe

Set the scene: a deal has just gone very bad
Three mouthpieces aimed at each other-
It's scary that
A moment ago they wouldna spoken anna comment could let go an slide
They were once friends an it just ends hail o gunfire echo and dies
Meanwhile cross town two crossed heart lovers agreed
This one's a slow bleed so it's express to the roof for the truth just lookin for a nose bleed
Take a step off the ledge, still friends, shortcut down to the street
Internal injuries to keep on showing up, for the next cent'ry
Then two former partners, things start breaking in they operation
A foundation taken years to build start shaking when a third gets a say in
This one ends messy- had to: couldn't be simple
Oh they each make it out alive, pieces pointed- but they all leave limpin

Finger onna trigger makin us feel bigger
An we don't consider who get caught up inna ammunition did ya, Did ya
Little bit more thinkin an just less pontificatin
Maybe less friendships are dyin onna table maybe maybe maybe
Finger onna trigger makin us feel bigger
An we don't consider who get caught up inna ammunition did ya, Did ya
Little bit more thinkin, less pontificatin
Maybe less friendships are dyin onna table maybe maybe maybe

Yeah- some day they gonna wise up, put me in a lineup
With nine thugs an my gut an five bucks says time's up
So why does: a couple truths consume, mushroom, an bust through
On one you loved or one who trust you? Hey- they just do
Syllables pierce body armor cause a lotta harm or death just right
You can bring a pen or sword or a gun
But you should just run this is just another tongue fight
May even get a couple licks in sticks an stones break bones
Take thrones but I'm
Saying the guy gets to walk away from this
Well, he ain't tongue tied
Lissen here: yeah I buried friends
Potency of words spoken free is known to lead to some violent ends
An I seen it: your truancy from the truth influence me an a pen
We're done talking; ain't you curious to see
What I'm spewin free, at your eulogy

Finger onna trigger makin us feel bigger
An we don't consider who get caught up inna ammunition did ya, Did ya
Little bit more thinkin an just less pontificatin
Maybe less friendships are dyin onna table maybe maybe maybe
Finger onna trigger makin us feel bigger
An we don't consider who get caught up inna ammunition did ya, Did ya
Little bit more thinkin, less pontificatin
Maybe less friendships are dyin onna table maybe maybe maybe

Oooh, you got your finger onna trigger
Oooo
You got your finger onna trigger- makin ya feel bigger
You got your finger onna trigger
Oooo
You got your finger onna trigger- makin ya feel bigger

You got your finger onna trigger
You got your finger onna trigger
You got your finger onna trigger
Makin ya feel bigger