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trapland pat - stranded lyrics

[intro]
duh+duh+duh

[chorus]
i feel like i been stranded (duh+duh+duh)
on my own, i been feelin’ so abandoned
all this pain, it’s been hard for me to handle it
ten toes, bust a ten, i can’t stand this
yeah, here’s a money counter, rubber band this
ain’t no counterfeit here, you can scan this
she ain’t no groupie, had to add her to the fan list
sneaky link, but you already crammed this (duh+duh+duh)
i get to rappin’ ’bout that sh+t they never speak about (duh+duh+duh)
[verse 1]
i peep, i crow, get to walkin’ if your people out
keep your head down, headshot if you’re peepin’ out
i’m rollin’ out my mind, so don’t ask me what they speakin’ ’bout
set up by that ho, keep them b+tches out your business now
hov lane expresses how i’m shiftin’ now
mr. trapland, yeah, you know i’m ’bout my business now (duh+duh+duh)
another closed case, they ain’t even got no witness now
the last man standin’, i ain’t leavin’ ’til i’m finished, yeah
i watched them turn they back ’cause they thought that i was finished (duh+duh+duh)
and now we pullin’ up in amgs and windows tinted
he movin’ like a raider
why he movin’ like lieutenants?
them .308 big

[chorus]
i feel like i been stranded (duh+duh+duh)
on my own, i been feelin’ so abandoned
all this pain, it’s been hard for me to handle it
ten toes, bust a ten, i can’t stand this
yeah, here’s a money counter, rubber band this
ain’t no counterfeit here, you can scan this
she ain’t no groupie, had to add her to the fan list
sneaky link, but you already crammed this (duh+duh+duh)
i get to rappin’ ’bout that sh+t they never speak about (duh+duh+duh)
[verse 2]
whole twenty+four hours, had the candle lit
this a supercharged, i can’t even handle it (skrrt, skrrt)
put that on a scale, yeah, boy, i’m tryna balance it
yeah, i think i’m caught in a relapse
therapist keep askin’ me for feedback (why?)
don’t entertain a n+gga ’cause they need that
yeah, but all i grow around was negative (duh+duh+duh)
yeah, boy, you ain’t my friend, you ain’t my relative
tryna get the trap rollin’, the blocks, they come, we sold them
i’m permanently lit, these candles here, you can’t blow them (duh+duh+duh)
shot the formation if you really tryna throw them
i hate it when they say we f+ck, i don’t know them

[outro]
ayy, i get to rappin’ ’bout that sh+t they never speak about
headshot
duh+duh+duh
ayy, yeah

- trapland pat lyrics

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