FOB - This Aint A Scene Its An Arms Race | Текст песни

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I am an arms dealer
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
And dont really care which side wins
As long as the room keeps singing
Thats just the business Im in

This aint a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
This aint a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
This aint a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
Im not a shoulder to cry on
But, I digress

Im a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate [x2]

I wrote the gospel on giving up
(You look pretty sinking)
But the real bombshells have already sunk
(Prima-donnas of the gutter)
At night were painting your trash gold while you sleep
Crashing not like hips or cars,
No, more like parties

This aint a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
This aint a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
This aint a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
Bandwagons full
Please, catch another

Im a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate [x2]

All the boys who the dance floor didnt love
And the girls whos lips couldnt move fast enough
Sing, until your lungs give out

This aint a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
This aint a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
(Now you)
This aint a Scene, it’s a god damn arms race
(Wear out the groove)
This aint a Scene, it’s a god damn arms race
(Sing out loud)
This aint a Scene, it’s a god damn arms race
(Oh, oh)

Im a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate [x2]

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