letra de crackhouse date - jhomez
[verse]
swipe right, feeling good, profile’s kinda hood
hey, she cute, from the block, we could be good
start chattin pretty fast, she’s the one i want to see
“l got a place, come through,” that’s what she texts to me
gotta say.. i’m feeling hype!
then i pull up, somethin’ ain’t right
broken windows, door off hinges
startin’ to get these nervous twinges!
[hook]
(d-mn girl) you live in a crackhouse?
pictures were cute, but now i wanna back out
saw a rat and a dude named skeeta
holy sh-t! should have just swiped left on rita!
[verse]
door creaks open, she’s therе, lookin’ like her pics
behind hеr a couple dudes mixin’ some blue sh-t
she says: “don’t mind them.. they just my roomies!”
roomies? girl… they look like they star in horror movies!
we sit on a couch, springs poppin’ out!
a dude walks by, smokin’ somethin’, stupid loud
he says, “you the new guy? want a hit of this?”
i’m thinkin’ “god d-mn dawg, you smell like sh-t and p-ss!”
[hook]
(d-mn girl) you live in a crackhouse?
pictures were cute, but now i wanna back out
saw a rat and a dude named skeeta
holy sh-t! should have just swiped left on rita!
[verse]
she grabs my hand, leads me to her room
past halls dark with gloom like a tomb
enter her chambers, i’m shook to the core
no bed, just a mattress on the f-ckin’ floor
covered in blood? what the f-ck is this for?
she says, “don’t worry about that, come here big boy”
this sh-ts gettin’ weird, imma dip, but please.. enjoy
then she starts kissin’ me, unzippin’ my jeans
b-tch got me weak at the knees, my common sense flees
we go at it fast, the room starts to spin
then i hear loud heavy steps of a roomie enter in
cracked out dude starts choo choo-in
f-ckin yells loud “let’s run a train!”
this ain’t the night i planned, this is f-ckin’ insane!
[hook]
(d-mn girl) you live in a crackhouse?!
pictures were cute, but now i wanna back out!!
saw a rat and a dude named skeeta!
holy sh-t! should have just swiped left on rita
[outro]
oh h-ll nah, this ain’t what i’m bout
i push her off and try to get the f-ck out!
big dude blocks the door, l!cks his crusty lips
i’m like “chill bro!” but he starts touchin’ his hips
i bob and weave past, then start haulin’ ass
down the hallway, dirty needles i pass
get to the front room, skeeta’s on the couch
all methed out, scratchin’ his hair and mouth
i make it outside, sprint to my ride
peel off quick, pulse racin’, eyes wide
f-ckin’ happy to be alive!
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