Arms Race
Fall Out Boy Ft.Travis Tyga Kanye West Paul Wall Skin Head Rob Lupe Fiasco & Lil Wayne Lyrics

I am an arms dealer
I manipulate people with my words to set them up against each other.

Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
I use my words to arm people.

And I don't really care which side wins
I don't care who comes out on top as long as people keep fighting.

As long as the room keeps singing
As long as people keep talking about the fight, my reputation stays intact.

That's just the business I'm in
This is just the nature of my job.

This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
This isn't just a trend, it's an all-out fight for power.

I'm not a shoulder to cry on, but I digress
I won't comfort those caught in the crossfire of the fight.

I'm a leading man and the lies I weave are oh-so intricate, oh-so intricate
I'm the one controlling everything, and I'm very good at it.

I wrote the gospel on giving up (You look pretty sinking)
I'm the one telling people to give up, and mocking them for their failure.

But the real bombshells have already sunk (Prima donnas of the gutter)
Those who could have really challenged me or exposed my lies are already gone or irrelevant.

At night we're painting your trash gold while you sleep
I'm making people or things that are worthless at day seem valuable at night.

Crashing not like hips or cars, No, more like parties
The damage we cause isn't like a physical crash, it's more like a social or cultural disaster.

Bandwagon's full, please catch another
There's no more room for people to join in, find a different fight.

All the boys who the dance floor didn't love, And all the girls whose lips couldn't move fast enough
Those who couldn't fit in socially or express themselves effectively are now the new fuel for our fight.

Sing until your lungs give out
Keep up the fight until you can no longer.

This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race (Now you), This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race (Wear out the groove), This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race (Sing out loud), This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race (Oh, oh), This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
This fight is ongoing and unending, so keep on fighting, wearing out the groove of the record and singing out loud. It's a race that never stops.