Trapdoor

Nah, I ain't trying to look back 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