Trap Musick

Verse 1:

There's a house in south western PA
Where the junkies get high
And lose their way
Where the shades are drawn
And there's holes in the walls
Where you'll stay until dawn
And goals?
You'll lose them all
It's been
The ruin of many many women and men
Where the truth becomes fiction
Cause you gotta pretend
That none of this is real
You're just trying to cope
You can no longer catch a buzz
From puffing weed smoke
Doesn't matter that you're broke
The only fix is a fix
Just trying to make it through today
Cause tomorrow don't exist
Fuck the sorrow and the fits
You don't even wanna throw a fist
You only squeeze it when you're looking
For a vein to hit
Make a game of it
It's the hero
Like the name In it
Ain't no shame in it
Look at the world
If you wanna place a blame in it
Kurt cobainin'
Aiming quits
It ain't the same
We blowing brains and claim a ditch
And by the end
We ain't even gonna be missed
No such thing as family and friends
All you know is this house
And the souls trapped within
Plus the bugs that are crawling under your skin
Somebody hand me a pin
I just wanna feel dim
I was
Walking myself when I found my way in
Never knew that I would never leave this house again
But nothing matters when youre all the way numb
Fell asleep and never woke again
In the house of the rising sun

Hook (2x):
Welcome to the house of the rising sun
This is where you go when you're dying young
This is where you go when you need a fix
Every town in the world knows a place like this

Verse 2:

There's a house in southwestern PA
Where I was passing out dope
And collecting my pay
Gotta get this money
Like in any way
And if my brother need a fix
I'ma cook him a plate
Yo
Give it a go
Its happening slow
I'm the biggest contradiction
I'm preaching the no
This isn't a show
Then I meet them in the kitchen
All I was seeing is green
Ain't seeing the drug
Or seeing the feign
Fuck seeing the pain
And low self esteem
I'm making a name
And building a dream
Even if it meant I was killing my team
My eyes were blinded by greed
Oh yes indeed, a sick kinda breed
Didn't use, always stayed clean
So I guess I saw the profit
But I probably shoulda tossed it
Cause once I got up
I went and lost it
Like
You can't trust dope heads
But my head was looking more sped
Robbed for drugs and the loot
While I was passed out in bed
Never felt more dumb
Shoulda known
Ain't no one ever winning in the house of the rising sun

(Hook)