Trapped in a painting
• Written by 24
Intro
Street chatter outside a Scottish pub singing
a rendition of Donald, where's your trousers.
#Stayflo
I just got down from that spot on high
Not very big but I slip pass by
The snitches shout as I walk by
Player, where is your browsers?
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blaze low
Through them streets
In my bitch, I glow
All the lassies scream stayflo
Mayor, where is your browsers?
I went to a fancy hall
It was slippery with them laws
I was impeded with these hoes
Because they was at my trousers,
My people love me, everyone
They try to catch me if they can
Cannot put a fix on an Eastside man,
Yelling bitches, where is your power?
Song changes into uptempo bass track
Ever hear the bass
Making love to the snares?
Bitch!, you can feel it
even in your baby momma's nose hairs
I'm lit like road flares
holding up game like jewish chairs
I'm a stepping astaire
A frederick blasting what's out here,
Song changes into pop
You love to hate
When you don't know why
you love to see when I lie
hate to love to see me try
in some sick way
we stay intertwined, why? ha-ha-ha-huh
uh oh oh ohh
Song changes into screwed style pace
I saw the writing on the wall
and I liked it
I saw my way in this game
and so I spiked it,
Leaned out
Back to being invited
Molly ranches got sprited
Purple people are funny when ignited,
Think of 5 songs in one, trapped.
