Trapdoor Lyrics

Nah, I ain't tryin to look back
My expectation had my mouth full of dry
I see a bitch run but I doubt she know why
I doubt she know fire
But I could introduce
All it takes is matches and just a little juice
All your flow patches Your brains f*cked up
It looked like you been baked too much
You could think too much
I think too much
It's why I take it off and be the dog when we f*ck
It's wise to take a shower, put powder on your butt
That lines for me do not touch
You could win our years but don't touch the clothes
??? throw a pile up ???
It's all blurred out aye bitch I can't see ya
Turnin shit around, maybe I should leave ya
It's all blurred out aye bitch I can't see ya
Turnin things around, baby I should leave ya.
Ok, maybe I should go
But where's there to go
I walk for half an hour
Bitch I don't know
I go anywhere, I'm not going home
And the headlights in the night look bright
I'm done I'm bored I'm sick of this night
Let me get the knife
I can't feel it, no
I can't feel shit
And when the sun rises we be watching
Top of the mountain, John boy smokin
Long way from the ground sure ain't bad
Gimme a hit of that, lemme hit the crack
It's all blurred out aye bitch I can't see ya Turnin shit around, maybe I should leave ya
It's all blurred out aye bitch I can't see ya
Turnin things around, baby I should leave ya.
Really nice son, f*ck you talkin about
I turn another page and my brain falls out
I'm a city nigga I'm ballin in the streets
I knew your ??? needs a couple ?? in the streets
Now in the wood, still can't sleep
Me and my dog lay and wait for weeks
My eyes don't close, he don't bark, I don't speak
Try to disappear so the nigga don't ease
It's all blurred out aye bitch I can't see ya
Turnin shit around, maybe I should leave ya
It's all blurred out aye bitch I can't see ya
Turnin things around, baby I should leave ya.
Aye, yeah hey John boy, I know you feel what I'm sayin
out there
I know you see motherf*ckers, motherf*ckers
What you so excited about?
It's like people say we all gonna die
But me is different Im not tryin to be alive
I try to get high
Baby thats just my desire
Now I'm pullin a sheet over my face before I die
It's all blurred out aye bitch I can't see ya
Turnin shit around, maybe I should leave ya
It's all blurred out aye bitch I can't see ya
Turnin things around, baby I should leave ya.

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