House Of Sliding Doors by Abrupt Lyrics

I’ve been hiding in and working behind the scenes

Tryna find a pint to free my mind and analyse the scene

I went from a lively kid to a feisty teen

The missing piece, I’m the rhymer that your cipher needs

I ride a beat like a piece of pie with beans

You can eat it straight away or give it time to breathe

If you’re in dire need of rhymes to write then please

Have a bar, two for the price of three

I pull the sword with easе cuz nothing’s set in stone

Getting lеgless while I hop across the stepping stones

I drink my last mouthful to guarantee my downfall
And spend the night slurring with the best of flows

You can take one of something and cry for more

The chemicals quickly cling to your spinal cord

Finding your way through a house full of sliding doors

And waking up in a lost dream where time is warped

Rappers say they carry weight like a panda's thigh

Always acting out on stage like a pantomime

I’m just another human with a demon trapped inside

It should be pleased by now with the shit I’ve sacrificed

I can't be assed tonight

I’m sorry but if you want one ring to rule them all you better ask the bride

You're out your mind if you think I’d sell a priceless gem

Just cuz you require magic to ignite your pen
It’s funny, they say that doors open to talent

But this industry can give you a hormonal imbalance

And when you’ve damaged your wings and broken your talons

You end up in a place where staying sobers a challenge

I can’t lie, I can’t deny my vices

I just want to get fucked up like the minds of Isis

This life we live is stocked at all types of prices

And you’d be surprised what the cost of shite advice is

Tuck in your eyelids and prize apart your jaw

Cuz you don’t wanna see inside my heart I’m sure

Mate, it’s hard to make my life a part of yours

When I can barely breathe every time I start to talk

I’m probs the only guy who finds a mic arousing
Drowsy everyday tryna get a grip of my surroundings

I’ve never trusted these things inside my chest

And the thing that pumps like crazy when my minds a mess

I confess this is all I've got in life

I think about my future every time I jot a rhyme

I wanna go to Spain, sip beer for twenty weeks

And catch rays til’ my brain evaporates at ten to three

Eventually I’ll drop my next release

And disappear again until I'm pressed for p

I’ve never been a 9 to 5 type

So, it’s time I stopped selling whatever’s in my head for free