Shnewz - Trapped Thought$ lyrics

[Verse 1: Shnewz] They say you only do this for the tits Man I only talk sh** to be a dick Only like the track Nicki did That addicting nicotine Logic spit The records are hot, turn the fire down a switch It only sounds good cuz I changed the pitch Puzzling how everything comes together and it fits Crazy how I let the ball fall through my mitts Weird how all the closest ones always seem to drift [Verse 2: Jayes] Let's these grams lighten the weight off my mind Come across some sh** I've been meaning to find As I'm soaring through the sky I ponder why as my thoughts are wondering high This music I'm creating just proving that I'll never die I'm immortal like Poseidon These words make an ocean go ahead and dive in I'm with my Wave Gods the only ones I confide in Mikey Rocks might have rhymed it better I'm writing this sh** down I ain't missing any letters [Verse 3: Shnewz] Me and Jayes do it better All my lines clever so when I go off dome it leaves heads severed and it helps fighting off the wax and all endeavors Leaving ruffled feathers, and guilty pleasures But now I got a phone call, something about desperate measures It's whatever just catch me while I'm falling back Yo this some dope sh** me and Jayes on this track [Verse 4: Jayes] I stay quiet cuz my minds too loud Spitting all these bars to make myself proud Ain't nobody else I'm tryna impress Except a couple b**hes that I wanna see undressed But that'll come eventually Flawed mentally, but the kush got me feeling so heavenly Do this sh** til infinity Drugs, music and homies be the trinity, trifecta You can only hit the blunt if I let ya You can't get on a track if I ain't never met ya Don't be asking me for sh** even if Yeezus sent ya Cuz you still ain't nobody, (nope, nope) [Hook: Jayes & Shnewz] x2 Rolled three L's in about seven minutes b**hes always wanna know how big the dick is Tryna find a good girl man its slim pickings But when I see that a** you know the plot thickens [Outro: Shnewz] Don't even care Bout to f**ing go out with a snare Bout to f** a bear Oh do you even know I'm f**ing from Chicago like the Bears (Oh man!) That's the f**ing outro