trunk

Lyrics from "hold on, we're almost there."

[Intro]
It's the vanishing act, who the fuck are you?

[Verse]
I'm in Detroit now it's full of money (This Chicago, n***a)
I used to pray for times like this
Shit, I always knew it was coming
You almost had it, times like this
Fuck it, you chose to move like a dummy
I don't even know what the fuck goin' on in your head
I can't believe you was above me, huh