Bolt Cutter

Lyrics

[Hook: P.O.S] My girl gave me a bolt cutter; we love to break in We claim all the spaces they'd forgot they had taken And all this is ours, it's gonna be what we make it If only the stars were close enough, we would paint them She gave me a bolt cutter; we love to break in We claim all the spaces they'd forgot they had taken And all this is ours, it's gonna be what we make it If only the stars were close enough, we would paint them [Verse 1: Sims] Yeah They said we couldn't have that Square 'em in the eye right back, said "yeah, yeah" We gon' take it anyway, that's that Anyway, we don't feed out your hand Look what we built with a grain of sand It's the end of the golden era We don't buy terror We define terror Me and my girl, we on the run But we shoot back when the lawman come Hard to sleep when the darkness creeps We won't quit till the job is done We were trying to be quiet But you incited a riot Conquered, divided it We learned and applied it Arrogance, audacity Your love from a magazine My love load a magazine And she be shootin' all you motherfucks Duck [Verse 2: Dessa] You know, I've seen a little glory And your trinket isn't it Save your voice, I know the story "Man Abandons Sinking Ship" I heard you did your dissertation On the rise and fall of man You said the golden era's over But we'll rise and fall again We lost some ground, we lost some time Man look alive, we lost enough Yeah, look around, we're finders now Clean that shit up, you're losing blood This ain't Kansas Show of hands if you've said your prayers Now put them down if you've got answers This place, it takes the faith of a mantis [Verse 3: Mike Mictlan] She wants to spend the night in graveyards Loves fair, plays hard But that's for keeps, yeah, that's for keeps She'll break my skin with a needle I'll break my hand in the face That ever questions her equal - yeah, that's for creeps There ain't no ground when I'm lookin' I'm climbin' twisted stairs; it's funny Cause I'm so high, I'm more twisted Than when I see her running We're going up to the top She wants to see our city drippin' in electric pedals It's crazy, but kinda pretty Told me "watch your step, follow close Fuck it if we get caught" Strongest links in the chain Are the first to get cut Together, till we all fade Keep the blade in the gut They keep us in a cage too long, to fake they care about us [Hook: P.O.S] My girl gave me a bolt cutter; we love to break in We claim all the spaces they'd forgot they had taken And all this is ours, it's gonna be what we make it If only the stars were close enough, we would paint them She gave me a bolt cutter; we love to break in We claim all the spaces they'd forgot they had taken And all this is ours, it's gonna be what we make it If only the stars were close enough, we would paint them [Verse 4: POS] Yeah The sign said something easily forgotten, clearly And time is not my problem, she reminds me nearly hourly I notice til I don't All rules respected less with every step Neglecting lessons about trespass Passing old plans, lost to the rent Laugh till we sick, passing a twist So savage, we nag at your standards, and spit With a generally messed up view - says who? That handle is safe And we typically don't give too much weight To a life with a worms'-eye view We play like birds prey Any place warm, stay, love it We own our space, roam home Anyplace aimed, go