ARMS SAVE Songtext
von Moor Mother

Wait a minute (wait a minute)
Lord behold us (lord behold us)

Wait a minute (wait a minute)
Lord behold us (lord behold us)

Remove from the same cloth
Black flag (black flag)
Black flag (black flag)

Source for a cause, life source
Carry the tribal like my own sword
I sword-off
The stress I couldn′t afford
And they think they really something
Beyond fuck you and I'll kill you
I don′t feel you, Got caught stealin', no hands
I'm so hot no fans
But at the stack of all your demands
Guess my presence never been felt


Cause you got the mark of your father′s
Belt 666
Sick, silence, sufferin′, Every dead in the ditch
Feel like a million missin', I feel like no one′s Listenin'
All locked in the kitchen a million bitchin′
A million bitchin' don′t get snatched at night

Sex traffic hitch hype still the end of your life
I guess a AR may save your life and
This American race is high life

Wait a minute (livin' my life)
Lord behold us


Source of a cause, my life is source
Carry tribal like my own sword, I sword-off
The stress i couldn't afford, you think you really
Say something beyond fuck that and I′ll kill you
I can′t feel you
Got caught stealin', no hands
So hot but no fans
But at the stake of all your demands
Guess my presence never been felt
Cause you got the mark of your fathers belt
666, sick, silence, sufferin′ every dead in the Ditch
I feel like a million missin', I feel like no one listenin′
All looked in the kitchen
A million bitchin' don′t get snatched at night
Sex traffic hitch hype still the end of your life

I guess an AR means save your life
This American race is high life
I guess a AR may save your life
I guess a AR may save your life