Trapdoor

Nah, I ain't trying to look back

My expectation has my mouth run 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 fucked up

Ya looked like you been baked too much

You could bake too much

I think too much

It's why I take it off and be the dog when we fuck

Bitch watch me take a shower, put powder on your butt

That lines for me do not touch

You could wear them heels but just don't touch the clothes

Another fifteen minutes put more powder up your nose

It's all blurred out aye bitch I can't see ya

Turning shit around, maybe I should leave ya

It's all blurred out aye bitch I can't see ya

Turning 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

Heather 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 smoking

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

Turning shit around, maybe I should leave ya

It's all blurred out aye bitch I can't see ya

Turning things around, baby I should leave ya

Really nice son, fuck you talking about

I'm trying to numb the pain til my brain falls out

I'm a city nigga I was born in the streets

And I grew up and I knew I could perform 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

Turning shit around, maybe I should leave ya

It's all blurred out aye bitch I can't see ya

Turning things around, baby I should leave ya

Aye, yeah hey John boy, I know you feel what I'm slaying out there

I know you see motherfuckers and be like

What you suicidal about? I bring it

It's like people say we all gonna die

But me is different I'm not trying to be alive

I's try to get high

Baby that's just my desire

Now I'm pulling a sheet over my face before I die

It's all blurred out aye bitch I can't see ya

Turning shit around, maybe I should leave ya

It's all blurred out aye bitch I can't see ya

Turning things around, baby I should leave ya