The 27 Club - The Cat In The Trap

Pass the blunt and off we go
Nostalgic alcoholic childhood disco
Put on the rose-tints and smoke this there
You can puff this anywhere
I will not get caught in a box
Not with a fox that's got dreadlocks
Hands in the air scream "fuck you"
Bitch built like Cindy Lou Who
One shot, two shot
Lemme see the booty drop
Red shot, blue shot
Dancing on the tabletops
All these days keep passing away
I feel like a cat caught in the trap
Haven't grown up not to this day
Just a cat caught in the trap
Don't give up, I believe in you all
This beat won't die, just add alcohol
A classic tale that some might say
My liver grew to three times today
Shout out to all the girls scream "woo"
Even Horton doesn't wanna hear you
Me and the cat gonna pick up this chopper
Last thing you hear will be "BLOCK BLOCK BLOCKA"
One Thing, Two Thing
Lemme see that hip swing
Red Thing, blue Thing
Bow to the liquor king
I speak for the trees
And they're telling me
I can't live in this fantasy
Told the trees "fuck off"
Imma let it roll
Feel the beat hit through your soul
Time to tell another story
Brace yourself it's kind of gory
Jack and Jill were popping pills
Flying high to catch the thrills
Goldilocks took Papa's gun
And loaded bullets one by one
One black sheep with three bags full
Felt the Devil start to pull
Ring around the fucking Rosie
Time to tell a bedtime story
Jack was nimble
Jack was quick
Jack burned on his candlestick
Ring around the fucking Rosie
Time to tell a bedtime story
Jack was nimble
Jack was quick
Jack burned on his candlestick

Written by:
Christopher Lambert, Devin Rose, Reagan Kimsey

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