trapdoor - guardin, Huskai

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 inside the lap of your bitch

Gucci strapped to 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 safe than sorry keep that door cracked

Marijuana chronicles value my soundtrack

I got the marijuana rolled ouu

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 those lips are the key to open up my trapdoor

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