Trapdoor (feat. Huskai)

I don't wanna hear it That's the sound of bullshit when you spit it You ain't living half the shit in your lyrics You been wasting time pushing all your limits And I think that you act more Like a stainless steel garbage compact door No one cares what you wear, fucking rap more Swear this generation's falling through a trapdoor Investing all my time into this I'ma make it through the dark with the lid into my spliff Running laps all the laps to your bitch Gucci strapped on my wrist 'Preme hat with the twist, L.V. on the brim Got the bands but the bands don't show 'Cause the life you fucking living ain't the life you know Such a novice with the silence but your tone got glow So you hype it up and write it up like you got dough But your paper tread is as thin as the wheat Sleeping out on the streets Mixtapes in the bag of 40 ounces on repeat Celebrate when you peak, but that ain't happen yet You've been falling hard and I think that's pretty evident So, take a break kick it back Put your feet up, better feed up on that bowl you pack, but Better say you're sorry keep that door cracked Marijuana chronicles value my soundtrack I got the marijuana rolled, ooh My fingers stickin' like I'm playing with some cold glue I met this cutie and I told her she could come through And now we're blazed upon my bed in my bedroom In my head I'm thinking "I just wanna kiss you" But in your mind, I feel like you don't even have a clue I wanna say it but I think you'd have an issue Yet what I didn't know is that you really wanted to You know your boy Huskai had to make a score I looked her in the eyes I swear I saw a beach shore I said "Baby, life's been feelin so sunken in the floor" "And them lips are the key to open up my trap door" She put her hand down and a smile is all I could see I felt so special cause she really fucking wanted me I grabbed her hips pulled her closer so I'd feel her lips Right as I did I woke up out a dream without a kiss Yeah, without a kiss Without a kiss Yeah, yeah