Weapons In My Pocket Nico & Chelsea, Nico Collins & Chelsea Collins

[Intro: Chelsea Collins]
Tired of carrying weapons in my pocket
Just cause we’ve normalized a world that’s fucking lost it
Sell our souls and for what, a crooked profit?
That leaves us carrying around these weapons in our pockets

[Verse 1: Chelsea Collins]
Take my knife into the shower
Just in case my darkest hour comes
And there’s nowhere to run (oh-oh)
Cause if I were to get assaulted
They would say, how I was sad and dumb
That I misfired the gun, mh

[Chrous: Both]
But I’m tired of carrying weapons in my pocket
Just cause we’ve normalized a world that’s fucking lost it
Sell our souls and for what, a crookеd profit?
That leaves us carrying around thesе weapons in our pockets

[Verse 2: Nico Collins]
Never met a darker shade
Of violence than the one that made
Every voice of reason dead and quiet
As it rains down on the poor and weak
Can’t rain bombs on tyranny
When it wages all the wars that keep us fighting