Lyrics Drunk Punch - Trapo

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