Drunk Punch - Trapo

Watchin' through the window

I see everything that I could ever want, want

Everyone around me is flawless

Tensions runnin' high, decisions altered by the drugs

No respect ever given and we greet niggas with mugs

Hate to feel unforgiven

It would save my mental cellar but I’m tryin' to forget it

Battling my demons, all I’m left with is these stitches, uh

Trying not to itch 'em, uh, wounds of a villian

Tryna change God’s guilt in the pain, in the fame

For the kid ain’t that descriptive, tuck a forty, let it sink in

Slave to a vixen, if I pen it, it’s to pay rent

Days spent, fearin' about shadows in the dark

And this ain’t for the weak-hearted, they keep trying to harm me

I walk from the apartment (stop)

Nobody understands me

Too cold to speak to you with my hand out 'cause it’s sickles on my soul

It ain’t quite time to flip though, right

We ain’t satisfied the same

I was creepin' with the broad while you change your last name

This a jack move nigga, get back, move nigga, this a tantrum

Mood swing, catch one, dodge it, next one

Nigga this a jack move, this a get back move

Right now, hands up, would you put your hands up?

Right now, hands up, hands up, hands up

Nigga this a jack move, move 'til we catch one

Watchin' through the window

I see everything that I could ever want, want

Everyone around me is flawless

Why I can’t be like them all the time?

You know what?

You know what fuck, that chain and them strings

You been buyin', that Range you been drivin', amazed

You been wining and dining, on planes you been flying

On same more than I been on, but I walk by innocent

That’s cool, forever posing stoic when you make a move

You go up afraid to bruise, it’s showin'

Nigga

Trouble on my mind, it ain’t quite time to flip, quite time to flip, yet

Trouble on my mind, it ain’t quite time to flip, yet, nah

Trouble on my mind, it ain’t quite time to flip, it ain’t quite time to flip,

yet

Trouble on my mind, it ain’t quite time to flip, yet, nah

I don’t need help, though I could use a hand

In desperate need of a cure

Try not to blam at the wall

Try not to blam at myself, that’s so immature

Try not to panic at all

Trouble on my mind, it ain’t quite time to flip, yet, nah

Trouble on my mind, it ain’t quite time, nah

On the edge, on the edge of this cliff with this fifth in my hand

Finally convinced that this life don’t mean shit, my genetics to fail

20 years old and exposed for the artist, I hate all that time that I spent

ditching class

Came back to bite me, and bad

I can’t buy shit, I can’t get by with a pass

Cuffs on my wrist 'cause these black skin and badges don’t mix

Trouble on my mind, it ain’t quite time to flip, tite quime to flip, yet

Trouble on my mind, it ain’t quite time to flip, it ain’t quite time to flip,

yet, nah

Trouble on my mind, trouble on my mind, it ain’t quite time to flip, yet, nah

Trouble on my mind, it ain’t tite quime to flip, it ain’t quite time to flip,

yet, nah

On the edge, on the edge of this cliff with this fifth in my hand

Finally convinced that this life don’t mean shit, my genetics to fail

20 years old and exposed for the artist, I hate all that time that I spent

ditching class

Came back to bite me, and bad

I can’t buy shit, I can’t get by with a pass

Cuffs on my wrist 'cause these blacks and these badges don’t mix