Your Weapon Songtext
von SoHo Ghetto

Might watch you rock, might watch you roll
Homeroom cliché, ain′t got no soul
Might see you wince, might make you cry
Might turn my head as you fly by

Might not make sense, might juxtapose
Could come way before you know
Let's take a walk, let′s have a stroll
Let's watch the morning sky turn gold

You went to the garden
Where you stored what you said
Was your arm, was your weapon
Could you go another night
Without pulling that trigger?


Might win the race and lose the bet
Might one day walk in your silhouette
Might take the lead and do the crime
I'll follow up, you lead the rhyme

You went to the garden
Where you stored what you said
Was your arm, was your weapon
Could you go another night
Without pulling that trigger?
You went to the garden
Where you stored what you said
Was your arm, was your weapon
Could you go another night
Without pulling that trigger?