Back Door

(albüm: The Shrimp Tape - 2017)

Running through the backdoor, I don't want you back hoe
I've been getting money, I don't even count the stack though
Speeding through the city, bitch I feel like I'm in NASCAR
Iced out whip, and my wrist like Jack Frost

Running through the backdoor, I don't want you back hoe
I've been getting money, I don't even count the stack though
Speeding through the city, bitch I feel like I'm in NASCAR
Iced out whip, and my wrist like Jack Frost

I know that you expect a lot so, I try my best
I feel alive but dead inside, I'm laid to rest
I just want someone to call my own
But I know that's too much to ask, I'll leave you alone
Star city sitting pretty with a bitch on ice
Baby girl just take my hand I'll show you love for the night
Why'd I do this to myself again
I'm all washed up waiting for that text to send
Tell me lies or baby just pretend
I wanna sit around and wait for my life to end

Running through the backdoor, I don't want you back hoe
I've been getting money, I don't even count the stack though
Speeding through the city, bitch I feel like I'm in NASCAR
Iced out whip, and my wrist like Jack Frost

Running through the backdoor, I don't want you back hoe
I've been getting money, I don't even count the stack though
Speeding through the city, bitch I feel like I'm in NASCAR
Iced out whip, and my wrist like Jack Frost