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

Packed up and I walked today 'Cause I'll be here no more Left my keys and I'm on my way I'm finally out the door And I've seen these things before No stressin' anymore The party We had nothing left at all The party Got my feet back on the floor I won