Seth Sentry - Tripwire lyrics

[Transcription in Progress] [Verse 1: Julez] Let's all blabber blabber, and talkity talk, yeah Where any disagreement turns into warfare It's typical to see 'em giving you a warped glare Spitting criticism while they're sitting in their lawn chair Never lifting a finger unless they're flipping the middle one Up at people they think they're above I'm sick of it, 'cause although it's cool to be critical Most aren't constructive and never contributed much Listen up, I know I'm b**hing myself And I admit I can be a critic as well But goddammit, some people are malicious as hell And seem to live for the bullsh** fiction they tell, but Never gonna fall for that trip I'm never gonna fall for that trap You can spit fire, use a tripwire But I am never gonna fall for anything try to pull [Chorus/Collision: Julez & Que Vedos For Men] Yo, I'm never gonna fall for that trip I'm never gonna fall for that trap You can spit fire, use a tripwire But I am never gonna fall for anything try to pull I can't buck the trend I'm never gonna fall, I'm never gonna fall My mind's [?] I'm never gonna fall, I'm never gonna fall Still inside, sick disguise I'm never gonna fall, I'm never gonna fall I can't [?] this sh** I am never gonna fall for anything try to pull [Pre-Verse Ad-Libs: Seth Sentry] Oi, Seth Sentry Uh, oi [Verse 2: Seth Sentry] I'm feeling worn out, man, why're you talkin' 'bout me for now? I'm sure I heard my name crawling out of your mouth You wanna call out? I'm twisting The phone chord around my fingers and ripping it from the wall now There's your call out It's like you're there waiting for me to fall down, nah, I fall up You're busy tryna trip me to f**ing floor Watch me summersault, land on my feet, keep running forward I'm through with you on my battleship, you're too little Cruise missiles sink your ship, [?] loose limbs will [?] driftwood, fish food, b**hes [?] Now go and eat your words with your forked tongue Yo, I'm all done, boy, I mean business (Huh?) You said dick's nineteen-inches (What?) I think he said he likes cheese biscuits f**, it's like a game of Chinese whispers, and [Chorus/Collision: Julez & Que Vedos For Men] I can't buck the trend [?] Speak inside, seek disguise I can't [?] this sh** I can't buck the trend [?] Speak inside, seek disguise I can't [?] this sh** Yo, I'm never gonna fall for that trip I'm never gonna fall for that trap You can spit fire, use a tripwire But I am never gonna fall for anything try to pull I can't buck the trend I'm never gonna fall, I'm never gonna fall My mind's [?] I'm never gonna fall, I'm never gonna fall Still inside, sick disguise I'm never gonna fall, I'm never gonna fall I can't [?] this sh** I am never gonna fall for anything try to pull