Guns And Guitars

Song: Guns & Guitars

Album: After What Came Before

Artist: The Blend

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released April 23, 2005

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High heel shoes wit’ a high class tone,

en vogue with six deep, never eva’ alone.

Always a full mailbox on her cellular phone,

catchin attention, eyes, ears, and bones.

Steppin in the front do’,  expectin’ a free cup-

naw excuse me queen, that’s gonna be five bucks.

Hip hop ain’t payin’ the bills in this apartment,

and we don’t play the pretty face coupon market.

So move on barkin’ wit ya blue blonde jargon,

break ya wallet take it to the keg and park it.

It’s the kinda party we’re ya spew off target

miss the bathroom sink and hit the livin’ room carpet,

shroomin’ so hard that ya chew on garbage,

confused and long gone from the booze and carbon.

Roughnecks got beef, but they’re too bombed to start shit,

and T’s in business like the Oolong market.

The only problem is the party’s at large

causin’ a loud ruckus congregation in my backyard.

I got word that the neighbors gonna call the cops

unless ya’ll get it together and choose one.

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Chorus

The house- or the garage

Take it to the house- or the garage

Girl I know you got enough clout to shut the city down

But for now ya gotta bounce from my yard choose one

That’s the house- or the garage

Take it to the house- or the garage

Rippin’ and tearin’ through the track cos’ we live so fast

That I ain’t got time to die young

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They slide me two shots and say choose your poison,

cos’ everybody’s gotta do dirt at some point, kid.

Choice or coin flip, fate’s double jointed

wit a busy schedule and no time for appointments.

So, I sneak in her office when she’s out on the weekend

and play my own fate however I see fit

wit a cup’a self-destruction bubblin’ in each fist,

complete with a mentality seekin’ to get ripped.

The science of applyin’ it ain’t really deep shit,

it’s as simple as logistics and breathin’-

simple as five chicks in the bathroom applyin’ make-up

and I’m tired of waitin’ so it’s time for public urination.

Fate can take a permanent vacation while were racin against death,

I gaffle the moon and sprint quick.

Kidnappin’ the tainted passion is all I plan to do

and charge kids to play a roll in the game like Faxanadu.

Do not attempt to bring my high down.

Disrespect, and we gotta break the guns and guitars out.

I’m reffin’ these rules like corrupted cops.

I can’t get caught, so make a decision and choose one.

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Chorus

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So deep in this

I could swim ‘til the ocean’s empty

Cos’ my soul’s addicted

And dancin’ to a broken medley