Lyrics:
Yet never to leave
Creak of the floor
The slam of a door
In darkness with loathing she roams
No longer alone
Your gaze meets her own
You're not welcome
they wanna battle for?
Slam the door, mad at the metaphor
They only see red, i'm the matador
Never bleed from your shots, menopause
I'm young, got
on the trigger ay
Y'all triggered by the realest ay
No mercy when they test me
Y'all got me trigger....trigger
Finger on the trigger ay
Y'all triggered by
the words, see my heart getting colder
Reload when I write, then the bullets gon fly
Hold up wait why they wanna battle for?
Slam the door, mad
down in your place for now
A healthy way to the hard way
The sound of you
Chopping glass in my ear
And slam the door open and shut
Easy for you if
on the trigger ay
Y'all triggered by the realest ay
No mercy when they test me
Y'all got me trigger....trigger
Finger on the trigger ay
Y'all triggered by
A safe destination
I see slam poets
On the web
Posting their speech
And I am inspired
By each
And every one of them
I
May not be able
To recite so
strangled by an invisible hand
Feels good to slam the door
Took all my clothes and threw them on the floor
I guess I'll just keep shoving them under the bed
I
door, closed slam
Yeah, you know we're hip and bam But you shoot and make the mix
Yeah, you know we got the kicks Pumped up with the little shit
I raise my voice, you slam the door
I don't let up 'til your hearts on the floor
Losing our minds, scream and we shout
'Til we forget what we
and sour niggaz wit nose candy sniff blow by the gram
I grammatically slam, before I eat a groupie bitch pussy
The Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan
bitch"
Was her first name but it wasn't
I hated the beef like I was into tofu
The door slam drums were the
First ones I wrote to
In fact, I recall
the genuine, nine and then some
Rolling with the Sheep but yo we all can't come
Because the part be on that old strict clientele
Dissing more people at the door
I don't wanna sell yay
Get my door kicked in by the kkk
Shoulda said the police
Lookin for the quarter piece inside my caprice
from the tracks
without ya girl
Wish I could tell you how I feel, everything that I'm working for is yours
How could I ignore when I wanna be yours girl I slam the door
Screaming of threats and slam of a door
Well I don't know, don't know, don't know
So I look to the window and the city below
From this bed of mine
Where
fake this shit
I guess they think a nigga gang affiliated
Huh, just because I gots on a fucking flannel
Slam to the ground, it's how I'm being handled
hour has passed.
The door will slam.
I know who's car is going to take off after that.
Stone wall, your vice.
No ear for advice.
Stoned at the wall.
She walked through my door
And got a from her bananas to another
She was acting so nice until she
Asked where was my marriage
Maybe it´s cause I slam
I wear the Richard Mille when I'm rockin' Tom Ford (uh)
I wear the AP when I'm drippin' in Dior (uh)
This a double-R, don't slam my door (yeah,
On the top of the ceilings, can't sneak by
Go downs is like blow hounds, we smother the block
Jumping in front of cars, lending niggas four pounds
Walk,
my clutch
Hold her close and breathe her in
Before I pay for my sins
We awake to the sound of car doors and voices circling the parking lot
We get
anymore
You pulled me from the edge again
Only to slam the door and lock me in
You told me pay no attention to the cars that go by
But the flaws in this
burn like an invitation, leading your path to the unknown
The door slams!
Scratches on the wall
Blood spills on the ceiling
Candles invoke the darkness
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