Trapped
Outside
Woah Woah Woah
Sanny
We bring out the bright lights
(Yea)
Brag cause its fallin' out the bag
(Out the bag)
No stylist when I dress just relax
(Just relax)
Just like my baby mama I could brag
(Ooh)
That pussy got me feeling' like I'm trapped
(Like I'm trapped)
Hit it once before I'm gone an then I crash
Wake up then I gotta get right to the bag
Ooh
And all this time they me to pipe down
On an on I do what I like now
An if I don't show up show me that you care
Show me that your near
How do we compare
Push me to the side
That was so unfair
Left me so confused
How did we get here
Mentally abused
Act like you wasn't even there
But I know the truth an we don't gotta take it there
Your heart cold like Montreal
My heart cold in that Moncler
Don't be bold bitch lets be clear
I do what I want cause I just don't care
We bring out the bright lights
(Yea)
Brag cause its fallin' out the bag
(Out the bag)
No stylist when I dress just relax
(Just relax)
Just like my baby mama I could brag
(Ooh)
That pussy got me feeling' like I'm trapped
(Like I'm trapped)
Hit it once before I'm gone an then I crash
Wake up then I gotta get right to the bag
Ooh
Woah Woah Woah
Sanny
We bring out the bright lights
(Yea)
Brag cause its fallin' out the bag
(Out the bag)
No stylist when I dress just relax
(Just relax)
Just like my baby mama I could brag
(Ooh)
That pussy got me feeling' like I'm trapped
(Like I'm trapped)
Hit it once before I'm gone an then I crash
Wake up then I gotta get right to the bag
Ooh
And all this time they me to pipe down
On an on I do what I like now
An if I don't show up show me that you care
Show me that your near
How do we compare
Push me to the side
That was so unfair
Left me so confused
How did we get here
Mentally abused
Act like you wasn't even there
But I know the truth an we don't gotta take it there
Your heart cold like Montreal
My heart cold in that Moncler
Don't be bold bitch lets be clear
I do what I want cause I just don't care
We bring out the bright lights
(Yea)
Brag cause its fallin' out the bag
(Out the bag)
No stylist when I dress just relax
(Just relax)
Just like my baby mama I could brag
(Ooh)
That pussy got me feeling' like I'm trapped
(Like I'm trapped)
Hit it once before I'm gone an then I crash
Wake up then I gotta get right to the bag
Ooh
Credits
Writer(s): Austin Sanchez
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