Nothing New V2

Verse 1 Pocket steel back in nineteen-three Slim little fighter where a wheelgun would be Colt rolled in quiet, smooth and clean Easy to hide in a tailored seam No hammer snag when it’s time to draw Grip safety tight, built by law Eight on board when most ran six Set the tone for the modern mix Pre-Chorus Detectives, generals on the run All packed heat in a coat-cut gun Chorus There ain’t nothing new under the sun Just a new coat on a loaded one Blued steel lines to polymer frames Same old purpose, different names From the vest pocket to red-dot runs There ain’t nothing new under the sun Verse 2 Kahr went small with a nine to hide Full-power carry slim on the side Shield showed up, Hellcat heat P-three-six changed the street More rounds packed in the same old space Same old job, just a faster pace Chorus There ain’t nothing new under the sun Just a new coat on a loaded one Steel and walnut, optics and drums Still that shadow where the carry comes Hundred years and the race still runs There ain’t nothing new under the sun Bridge Now a Reflex rides with a light and dot Eighteen deep in a frame that’s not Much bigger than that Colt once drawn From a coat at the edge of dawn Different tools, different sights Same calm hand on quiet nights Final Chorus There ain’t nothing new under the sun Just evolution of a trusted one From nineteen-three to the battles we run Same quiet steel when the day is done New tech shine but the truth stays one There ain’t nothing new under the sun Outro Started with a Colt in a tailored line Now it’s dots and comps on a double-stack nine Every road that the future runs Leads back to that first slim gun.