gearheaded

i've got guns, baby
stockpiled ammunition of love
arms dealer to the elite
can't stop what you can't compete with
my only explanation is "i'm sorry, try again"
tug of warfare in my head
can't buy happiness without interest
i cross referenced everything i have versus i had
one day i'll be better off
this is just the beginning i fear
she said "i just don't know you anymore"
i suppose this suffices.
truth is a rubix cube away
some get it and some don't
fill my head with hot air and hold my breath
hey, what else do i have left?

"i got a little bit of blow, we could both get off."