Like I'm Trapped
Trapped in a struggle and nowhere to head at night
Head full of trouble is all that they're getting
And nobody knows the suffering that they go through
And you wouldn't believe 'em if they told you
Trapped in a struggle and nowhere to head at night
Head full of trouble is all that they're getting
And nobody knows
Nobody knows
You feel that strain but it ain't the same
And in your brain is an achin' pain
Seem like your life gonna fall apart
They say you only smile when you scorin' drugs
And the hunger goes, what the fuck you know?
You sniffin' up shit with a hundy note
Heard you cut your wrist, couldn't take it, no
'Cause your bro OD'd in a vacant home
And the Kerser tunes don't hit like they used to
'Cause he don't struggle and the feelin' ain't mutual
Fuck! What you want it to be?
You want me to hit drugs for the older me?
First it was "Kers, man, I hope you make it"
Then I got famous, they like to change
Had a milli on the plate before the journalism phase
Was it really worth it? Man, they gonna put that on my grave
Give it my all or give it my all more
Let me boys free, what I'm sittin' in court for
Feelin' like there's somethin' I better do
I don't wanna write an unwritten letter to
Fans on my back like, "Make your old shit"
I'm thinkin' like well, wait, I molded
The scene how it is, what the fuck's with that?
I've got nothin' back but a bunch of cash
And that's sweet, I don't need the props
Cunts'll get shot, don't come to Scott
It's like the curtain call but the curtain falls
When I R.I.P., they need Kerser more
And that's fucked, but it's how the game goes
Haters hate, we don't know the names though
Break foes but I match it up
I think it's all the drugs that are catchin' up, fuck
Trapped in a struggle and nowhere to head at night
Head full of trouble is all that they're getting
And nobody knows the suffering that they go through
And you wouldn't believe 'em if they told you
Trapped in a struggle and nowhere to head at night
Head full of trouble is all that they're getting
And nobody knows
Nobody knows
Stoned days and I'm tryna hit cloud nine
New clothes don't help in your downtime
Had another meetin' on pills and shit
And the outcome lookin' like millions flip
They fear the shit then see the profit
Set for life, I don't need the offers
We be on it, we can fire or come
If your music ends now, make a starter son
I'm a star, that's fucked, I've got the vibe and the mood or
Drivin' a two-door, why would I lose for?
Cunts hate but it's part of the game
Still a booze so I still tied to my name
Hate I lost mates, hate some are snakes
Hate some never stayed, hate dumb mistakes
But we just march on 'cause I'm built like that
Got a car logo on a bill I have
What's the deal? My bad, I'ma hold it down
They thought I would change 'cause I'm older now
That's not the case, not a lot has changed
Still hop on the stage when I'm off my face
Still state to state and a venue still packed
With a certain style rappin', get the revenue back
And when no rest dropped, it tripled my net worth
Worst Scott we've seen, but they're sayin' it's the best Kers
Next first, have to exit the game lit
Made hits and I still do the same shit
Motherfuckers screamin', "Motherfuck Kers!"
But it doesn't once hurt 'cause I'm only comin' first
Lightin' a spliff, too smashed on a Qantas
I promise, I'm gonna swear, I got this
Clock ticks and I'm tryna get time back
I'm smashed, and I'm tryna get my mind back
(Mind back) man, I feel like I'm trapped
Trapped in a struggle and nowhere to head at night
Head full of trouble is all that they're getting
And nobody knows the suffering that they go through
And you wouldn't believe 'em if they told you
Trapped in a struggle and nowhere to head at night
Head full of trouble is all that they're getting
And nobody knows
Nobody knows
Head full of trouble is all that they're getting
And nobody knows the suffering that they go through
And you wouldn't believe 'em if they told you
Trapped in a struggle and nowhere to head at night
Head full of trouble is all that they're getting
And nobody knows
Nobody knows
You feel that strain but it ain't the same
And in your brain is an achin' pain
Seem like your life gonna fall apart
They say you only smile when you scorin' drugs
And the hunger goes, what the fuck you know?
You sniffin' up shit with a hundy note
Heard you cut your wrist, couldn't take it, no
'Cause your bro OD'd in a vacant home
And the Kerser tunes don't hit like they used to
'Cause he don't struggle and the feelin' ain't mutual
Fuck! What you want it to be?
You want me to hit drugs for the older me?
First it was "Kers, man, I hope you make it"
Then I got famous, they like to change
Had a milli on the plate before the journalism phase
Was it really worth it? Man, they gonna put that on my grave
Give it my all or give it my all more
Let me boys free, what I'm sittin' in court for
Feelin' like there's somethin' I better do
I don't wanna write an unwritten letter to
Fans on my back like, "Make your old shit"
I'm thinkin' like well, wait, I molded
The scene how it is, what the fuck's with that?
I've got nothin' back but a bunch of cash
And that's sweet, I don't need the props
Cunts'll get shot, don't come to Scott
It's like the curtain call but the curtain falls
When I R.I.P., they need Kerser more
And that's fucked, but it's how the game goes
Haters hate, we don't know the names though
Break foes but I match it up
I think it's all the drugs that are catchin' up, fuck
Trapped in a struggle and nowhere to head at night
Head full of trouble is all that they're getting
And nobody knows the suffering that they go through
And you wouldn't believe 'em if they told you
Trapped in a struggle and nowhere to head at night
Head full of trouble is all that they're getting
And nobody knows
Nobody knows
Stoned days and I'm tryna hit cloud nine
New clothes don't help in your downtime
Had another meetin' on pills and shit
And the outcome lookin' like millions flip
They fear the shit then see the profit
Set for life, I don't need the offers
We be on it, we can fire or come
If your music ends now, make a starter son
I'm a star, that's fucked, I've got the vibe and the mood or
Drivin' a two-door, why would I lose for?
Cunts hate but it's part of the game
Still a booze so I still tied to my name
Hate I lost mates, hate some are snakes
Hate some never stayed, hate dumb mistakes
But we just march on 'cause I'm built like that
Got a car logo on a bill I have
What's the deal? My bad, I'ma hold it down
They thought I would change 'cause I'm older now
That's not the case, not a lot has changed
Still hop on the stage when I'm off my face
Still state to state and a venue still packed
With a certain style rappin', get the revenue back
And when no rest dropped, it tripled my net worth
Worst Scott we've seen, but they're sayin' it's the best Kers
Next first, have to exit the game lit
Made hits and I still do the same shit
Motherfuckers screamin', "Motherfuck Kers!"
But it doesn't once hurt 'cause I'm only comin' first
Lightin' a spliff, too smashed on a Qantas
I promise, I'm gonna swear, I got this
Clock ticks and I'm tryna get time back
I'm smashed, and I'm tryna get my mind back
(Mind back) man, I feel like I'm trapped
Trapped in a struggle and nowhere to head at night
Head full of trouble is all that they're getting
And nobody knows the suffering that they go through
And you wouldn't believe 'em if they told you
Trapped in a struggle and nowhere to head at night
Head full of trouble is all that they're getting
And nobody knows
Nobody knows
Credits
Writer(s): Scott Froml, Joel Gabriel G. Turner, Kiril Ivanovski, Tim A Turner
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