P.o.s. - .38 AIRWEIGHT lyrics

[Intro: P.O.S.] Yeah, Bernie Goetz I've been thinking about Bernie Goetz Bang, hit deck, DB Cooper and Easy Jet Go West, find me a place that time forgets Check out with the best get rest in a real way [Hook: P.O.S.] Hanging off the chain Back against the frame Off the wall Cut against the grain Rub everything raw Call it off Come and get me mane Number's still the same Give a call Probably let it ring Playin' a different game k** 'em all [Verse 2: Sims] Sinkin' ships I've been thinking 'bout sinking ships Big risk, pink slips, point missed Blame I've been lookin' for someone to blame Campaigns, big banks, close aim, point blank Bang Flag raised out the barrel end Reads "you can't win" It means y'all can't win Bang I've been lookin' for a new escape Probably best if I burrow in Opt out not cop out I'm just tryin' to carve my slice But the game played is knives out And there ain't nowhere to hide So I guess it's time No more taking the bait Straight-laced complacent restraint Got my wrists bent but they can't lift up Let me counter with this Not with a whimper with a bang Bang [Hook: P.O.S.] Hanging off the chain Back against the frame Off the wall Cut against the grain Rub everything raw Call it off Come and get me mane Number's still the same Give a call Probably let it ring Playin' a different game k** 'em all [Verse 2: P.O.S.] Yeah, vaguest threats I've been thinking about Bernie Goetz Charlie Bronson, lay em wet I've been thinking about pulling out Heart from chest plate, lay waste I've been thinkin' 'bout saving face I've been thinkin' my saving grace Is claiming spaces and escaping Slip, slip in smoke and self-erasing Not a trace Not a sketch Etched an opal held in place Bang I've been thinkin' 'bout safe I've been thinkin' 'bout motives I've been runnin' in place Bang [Verse 3: Cecil Otter] Loaded I've been drinkin' I'm loaded Consequences eroded Yeah I'm on the fence and they know it All them politics have been quoted Ain't gonna call it quits or decode it Alright all my chips will be thrown in Sack of sh** I'm reloaded Shots ring off in the distance Makes no difference Driving in the car But there ain't no engines on Instincts gone Instant song it's been a long And windy road Oh when the bottle's half gone And the throttle ain't responding No plans no lands so [Verse 4: Mike Mictlan] Grown-man syndrome Ex-planeteer You can grow out or grow up Just out last your peers And the children of the corn syrup Got 'em by the ears Walk behind the fields All their dreams reflect your fears Ain't nothin' else but pull the belt Spread the wealth but who dust the shelf Hell to pay but it sells itself I ordered paradise Born and raised without the help Now it's shorter days and I couldn't tell Flawed in all the ways Bottle holiday Spend some time on myself Pop quiz hot shot Quick fixer-upper Another notch in lock stock Bang - you's a s**er Blame it on my nature but I learned it from my mother Tattoos on my hands replace the lines inside my palms Gone De-anxietize Heavy metal, weighted joints Play the parts but I'll pace my points Back to the crowd and I face the noise Home base, chase the ghost nothing's never safe I made a stick into a gun and stared right at the sun Bang [Hook: P.O.S. & Dessa] Hanging off the chain Back against the frame Off the wall Cut against the grain Rub everything raw Call it off Come and get me mane Number's still the same Give a call Probably let it ring Playin' a different game k** 'em all Hanging off the chain Back against the frame Off the wall Cut against the grain Rub everything raw Call it off Come and get me mane Number's still the same Give a call Probably let it ring Playin' a different game [Outro]