Jay Bean - Trap Door Lyrics

Go figure, spaceman equipped with just a pen and paper
Spent 3 years in a tank incubator
Grind the sticks to a point and my point is maybe 3 years later
All the hooks all the beats all the breakdowns wrote
Might end up like a lump in the throat
Of a kid on a bridge or the end of a rope
And give him more strength a few more months help I'm float

Maybe stop him, maybe save him

He went to a show and watched every band
Jumping and waving his hands
Can't remember the plan to drive to the end
Hit the gas cut the breaks and wait just to land
This was my dream every time the pen was in my hand
Make a little cushion for these nose diving fans
That hide it underneath blink cds and the vans
I just wanna let em know that I'm there for them

But

There's too much evil that gets a stepping stone
While I'm trying to make a difference can't catch a bone
But you guessed it I can't leave well enough alone
Stop abusing your fans and your girl at home

Why we let these people slide by on the vibes
They portray in their songs know it's nothing but lies
Cause it's catchy when they're talking bout the checks and the stripes
And at home they're holding up their fam with a knife

Time to tell you what a trap Door is
Solid shit in the toilet with a mask on it
Trick your mind like a rabbit in a hat ass kid
Pull a rose through his ass with some crap on it

Why you filling their pockets while their Counting their bodies
Underage like a middle age 30 f*ckin years before the nineties
Ruin childhoods like the lions
Gettin their hopes up, and leaving them cryin

Up in your business
Flip over the desk bitch
I'll Hold you to the floor
Cut your breathing with a quickness

Gotta put an end before they cheat all of us
Out of spots that we earnin like they drivin a bus
With a dick up in their ass and a hand on their nuts
And there swerving to the left in the way a chick does
You scum f*cks don't need to try to come up no top

Well if god is up somewhere in the sky
He'll make it rain down hell fire on 69
And all you motherf*ckers just here sittin wasting our time
With the tracks your producers wrote while you're just snorting more lines

I wish that I had rapped before the scene went trash
But I'm here, I'm alive, and I'm whooping more ass
Than red when he caught all the kids with their stash
Smokin through the glass in the basement and that

Is a testament to
Who I am just a dude
With a doob in my hand
And the willpower to
Keep doing this shit til I die or get sued
Whichever comes first, or the end of you

Trap door get in
Like Scoob and gang
Mystery to me why you're riding with the lames
Just dying for the fame
So you lie with no shame
Hannibal just blendin up and slurpin the brains
Disgusting