Description
It sounds like the inner monologue of a person who is finally tired of fighting - but still holds a weapon out of inertia. The rhythm is broken, like breathing after running, the phrases are short and repetitive, like a mantra: “fight with the gun.” At first, it seems to be about strength, but the further you go, the more distinct the fatigue becomes, as if the “gun” has long been in the head rather than in the hands.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Right put the gun up Last year night I split the blunt up Right put the gun up
Last year night I split the blunt up Night I split the blunt up Right put the gun up
Last year night I split the blunt up Right put the gun up Last year night I split the blunt up Right put the gun up Last year night I split the blunt up
Right put the gun up Last year night I split the blunt up
Right put the gun up Last year night I split the blunt up
Right put the gun up Last year night I split the blunt up
Right put the gun up Last year night I split the blunt up Put the right put the gun Right put the gun Right put the gun
Right put the gun Right put the gun Right put the gun Right put the gun Right put the gun Right put the gun Right put the gun Right put the gun Up last year night I split the blunt up
Right put the gun up Last year night I split the blunt up Right put the gun up Last year night I split the blunt up
Right put the gun up Last year night I split the blunt up
Right put the gun up Last year night I split the blunt up