Ethan Harrington - Metaphorical Gun lyrics

[Intro] Yo, it's Ethan People talk about guns And how they wish they had some.. [Verse 1] Memories can be your enemies If you let them get to you, they no longer get to me Because I found the recipe like three W's Rest in peace to the terrible things that have troubled you Because I found another way for you to make it through the day Because Ethan's getting paid for making lyrics they relate to "Ethan what about all of the people that will hate you?" I really do not mind, they wish they were getting paid too They wish they could get relayed to With information about my life so I could help them pay dues And I know they'll treat me like Jesus To get a piece of my pie, but that's the slice that I gave you And I ain't handing out the fishes, or three wishes Mother wants me to do the dishes, I tell her: "This is The stuff that will save my life Help us escape the strife" Yeah but, this isn't right Because I [Chorus] I am the one loading up the Metaphorical Gun And blasting us away from where we came from And bringing in funds, and letting all of my friends have fun With all of my money, only given to people from day one And some other's that have come into my days They know that we are family and don't have to worry 'bout getting paid When I say family, I mean the one's that got my back Some of my genetic family ain't family to me in fact [1:25] In fact, I got a strap Might be different than yours, still hiding it behind my back Keeping it secret until one of the days people come and rap at me They won't know what's happening, kids like "What is that pappy?" Shield your eyes, civilians run and hide You're witnessing genocide, millions of people will die Woman and children will cry, men will come to me and try End the falling of the sky, it's too late, these lyrics fly What did I lie? Nah I didn't, I still got my secret hidden It ain't tangible you kidding? Ain't a strap I'm carrying in It is actually the key to all my happiness Factually rapping on beats, just say I'm blasphemous You'll just catch a blast from this, rapture hit Alligator smacking lips Hungry for the money, what you think I got an actual strap on my hip? But wait, maybe I do I'm loading it up to shoot Aiming directly at you Because [Chorus] [Outro] Because they didn't think I could rap Told me I didn't have talent, now without apologizing coming back? I mean what the hell is that, I'm still pissed and will not act Like I'm not, you got no shot at coming back into my life I can rap, you cannot, now don't let me tell you twice I already said it once, last time before you getting diced up On the beat, what's up Don't mess around with me you fool I ain't getting used, nah I ain't no garden tool