Trapdoor

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SALEM - Electronic, Rap

Trapdoor

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[Intro] Woof, woof Woof, woof Nah, I ain't tryna look back Nah, woof, woof Nah, I ain't tryna look back Nah, woof [Verse 1] 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 take is matches and just a lil' juice All your flow patches, your brain's fucked up Ya looked like you been baked too much You could bake too much, I think too much It's why I take an hour for me to cum when we fuck Bitch, watch me take a shower, put powder on your butt That line is for me, do not touch You could wear them heels, but don't touch the clothes Another fifteen minutes, put more powder up your nose [Chorus] It's all blurred out, ayy, bitch, I can't see ya It's all blurred out, ayy, bitch, I can't see ya It's all blurred out, ayy, bitch, I can't see ya Turning shit around, maybe I should leave ya It's all blurred out, ayy, bitch, I can't see ya It's all blurred out, ayy, bitch, I can't see ya It's all blurred out, ayy, bitch, I can't see ya Turning shit around, maybe I should leave ya [Verse 2] Okay, maybe I should go But where is 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, gimme that, lemme hit the crack [Chorus] It's all blurred out, ayy, bitch, I can't see ya It's all blurred out, ayy, bitch, I can't see ya It's all blurred out, ayy, bitch, I can't see ya Turning shit around, maybe I should leave ya It's all blurred out, ayy, bitch, I can't see ya It's all blurred out, ayy, bitch, I can't see ya It's all blurred out, ayy, bitch, I can't see ya Turning shit around, maybe I should leave ya [Verse 3] Really nice son, fuck you talking 'bout? I'm tryna numb the pain till the brain falls out I'm a city nigga, I was born in the streets I grew up and I knew I could perform in the streets Now in the wood, still can't sleep Me and my dawg 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 [Chorus] It's all blurred out, ayy, bitch, I can't see ya It's all blurred out, ayy, bitch, I can't see ya It's all blurred out, ayy, bitch, I can't see ya Turning shit around, maybe I should leave ya It's all blurred out, ayy, bitch, I can't see ya It's all blurred out, ayy, bitch, I can't see ya It's all blurred out, ayy, bitch, I can't see ya Turning shit around, maybe I should leave ya [Verse 4] Ayy, yeah, ayy, John boy, I know you feel what I'm slaying out there I know you see motherfuckers and be like What you suicidal 'bout? I bring it It's like people say we all gon' die But me is different, I'm not tryna be alive I just try to get high, baby, that's just my desire Pull a sheet over my face before I die [Chorus] It's all blurred out, ayy, bitch, I can't see ya It's all blurred out, ayy, bitch, I can't see ya It's all blurred out, ayy, bitch, I can't see ya Turning shit around, maybe I should leave ya It's all blurred out, ayy, bitch, I can't see ya It's all blurred out, ayy, bitch, I can't see ya It's all blurred out, ayy, bitch, I can't see ya Turning shit around, maybe I should leave ya

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  • Jack Donoghue