Flooded Frame Trap

{hard trap beat building with 808 slide and hi-hat rolls} Water rising

in my garage where I paint Canvases floating,

colors start to fade Used to sketch dreams on these concrete floors

Now it's all ruined by the pouring rain Hood nights spent with

brushes in my hand Creating pieces that nobody understands Flood came quick,

took my whole setup Art dripping wet,

gotta start again

Garage flooding, my art getting soaked

Paintings ruined, all my colors gone

Rising water taking everything I own

In the hood where I used to create alone (yeah)

{808 drop} Trying to save what I can from the flood Brush

strokes lost in the dirty water mud Memories of creating late at

night Now the rain washes away my fight Garage was my sanctuary

in the streets Where I poured my soul on these empty sheets

Water keeps rising, no place left to go Gotta rebuild from the

overflow

Water's rising but the art lives on

{beat fading with distant 808 echoes} (hum)