TRU Gunz Trapper - Scott Sterling

It gets cold on these lonely nights
Floating through these empty rooms like a poltergeist
Sitting in a corner while a hold a knife to my throat and I roll the dice
Flip a coin, when it come to my life, I hit the groin
When it come down to it, I admit my flaws
Wake up with my dick in a claw, thinking going raw in her jaw
Hop up out my bed, my psyche burning
Life dealt me a hand like Scott Sterling
Hit in the face everyday, get outta my way
I don't give a fuck about your problems, I won't solve them
Got a mountain of my own
How will I destroy these clones?
Like Star Wars, TRU GUNZ TRAPPER fire lord
Straight dripping in that Tom Ford
Caught a body hid it in the floor boards
Off topic for a minute, yeah, oh Lord
She don't want me no more now I'm leaving
Now I'm all alone with nothing to believe in
Save me from myself
Nah, fuck that, fuck that
I don't really need no help
I'm locked in a cell
I bought me new Chanels
Man, what else?

The black of night fuels my soul
Nothing can stop us from getting old
When I used to smoke, dark thoughts popped in my head
First dive, existential dread
I couldn't take it anymore, bandana stick on my back like a hobo
Strangers like, "What a dusty path must he had going solo."
Some of them even envy their like, "Treyvon, you living the dream!"
I'm like, "What do you mean?"
I can barely afford to keep clean
This world so me, me, me
Fuck up these beat, beat, beats
For something to eat, eat, eat
Yeah
Spit up on this shit little fire like, "Fuck you mean?"
[Unintelligible]
My future looking so promising
This shit is truly a part of me
Part of me, please

Written by:
Kyle Gregory

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