Trapped // Exit

By Tim Ajayi

On N/A

Released on April 21, 2018

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[Verse 1]

Thoughts are getting hazy as I look to make decisions

So I put 'em off as I begin to cough upon a riddim

Calling up the Doc cos I need some more prescription

It's messing with my vision but it gets me out of prison

Blurred lines as I'm picking up the pen

Tryna capture what I see, but it's through a dirty lens

Feels like the mark is permanent

Got me pissed like Guy Fawkes

So I light the Parliament

Reaching for revival

But the more I leave the more I see it's just a cycle

How can I be liable?

That's a nice thought, that life is my rival

Cos I can never win, so if I lose it's never my fault

Drowning in my sorrows

Swimming to the bottom of the bottle

Like I don't plan to see tomorrow

I mean I do, but my memory of now won't be followed

So pop it like a bubble

Alleviate the struggle

I done seen the dirt cos my house was made of rubble

Mum returned from work couldn't give a man a cuddle

She would fix a plate and then leave the house to hustle

She would get paid them bills left her with fuck all

Dad was on job, but the mortgage was a shackle

Least I had a roof

Every night food stuck between my tooth

Least I had trousers for my belt to buckle


[Verse 2]

Back of the yard

I buried the past

With a shovel

Got the Queen's head up in a duffel

Dancefloor just like a puddle

To the point strippers wanna cuff you

I don't need muscle for this hustle (trust)

You can hold your piece

But I got the pieces to the puzzle (yeah)

Yes I am complete

I got FiveSix on the beat

Mansa Sensei on the keys

So you know we bout to eat

That's South East Atlantic

Where my Bank is

Deeper than the SEA that sunk Titanic

I draw girls like Di Caprio draws his girls from Paris

Madness

If you suck too hard you might swallow my Grandkids (wow)

The same ones that didn't wanna chat

They be talking now

Chatty Patty, only at me if your back is fatty (Fat)

So I can blow it out, then smoke the loud

With a bit of baccy (Back)

That's a mood

Looking like a hella of food (hmm)

I already had a snack

That's life when you get a hella views

Catching views from the room (room)

I don't need to move

I can see it from the bed, they can see it on my tune

They must think I was fed

With a bloody silver spoon

They can't seem to comprehend

How a nigga made the move (yeah)

In this life of stress I know they see me as a pawn (why)

But as I play the Game they realize a King was born

Crown me with the thorns cos I'm here to free my people (people)

Yeah I'm living life but soon I gotta face the evil

Victory awaits as we approach the gates of the sequel (yeah)

Knowing it'll be peaceful

So don't let this world deceive you

And I'm gone