Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drunk Punch, artist - Trapo. Album song Oil Change, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Trapo
Song language: English
Drunk Punch |
| 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 |