Behind Closed Doors by Trey Coachman Lyrics
[Chorus: PLD]
Behind closed doors
Oh Whoa-oh
Behind closed doors
Oh Whoa-oh
Behind closed doors you will see what's in store
Oh Whoa-oh
Behind closed doors
Oh Whoa-oh
Behind closed doors
Oh Whoa-oh
Behind closed doors you will see what's in store
[Verse 1: Trey Coachman]
I've known this nigga till the last of my memories
Intentionally he gets mistreated more than his sis
Anytime he gets his shot fear will overcome
But he hardly'll ever miss
Kiss the game cause he'll be the Kobe of the future
However check the dark side
Never see a painting fully until you back up
See the idea and your eyes only wanna shut up
Or move the point of view to another part of the story
His times of glory but mostly his sad times dealing with family affairs
These days parents aren't old enough to care but here isn't the case
It’s different
Deal or no deal you would have picked the wrong one
A ton of weight on his back
But he can’t balance it all
Spilling in the direction of his blind spot
Parents split, private school
Saying bitch and pussy trying to be cool
Stay real, not fake
You’re not hard
Only on the basketball court
You are
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Trey Coachman]
The sport basketball as a job is his only ticket to ride happy in life
Cause it’s a fight that he is fighting only with his wits not his bear fists
Getting sick of mom kicking him out for no apparent reason
Sitting in the garage bouncing a basketball with tears running through his face
Thoughts rushing through his head
So fast it probably gives him a full on head spin
Gone to parties in clubs trying to have fun
Cause he’s shy when it comes to girls but the truth is hard for him to share
So he lies, but it not changing peers minds until he gets girl number 1
Picking up the phone when it hasn't even rung
So much potential on the inside
I hope he remembers how to roam
Goes to dads place where I don’t know
Probably the only safe place to him other then church or my so called home
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Trey Coachman]
The worst part I know that this isn't all for him
His grandma gives the impression she hates him
Thinks how it feels to be in his skin
But there’s a light which he sees through all the hard hits
He's very smart for his young age
And never forgot his killer b-ball game which is off the chain
No reason for not having a full scholarship to any largely known campus
It’s thinking less of your school not to accept this kid?
I paint the vividly perfect imperfection on the canvas
When he goes all the way something like Dallas
Everybody's challenge to him it’s just a task
Easy to grasp cause he can make it last with one chance
A ball in his hands is like no other sight
Brilliant, better then Ben with his key and kite
Need night vision to see him play at midnight hooping
His life is this song looping
[Chorus]
Behind closed doors
Oh Whoa-oh
Behind closed doors
Oh Whoa-oh
Behind closed doors you will see what's in store
Oh Whoa-oh
Behind closed doors
Oh Whoa-oh
Behind closed doors
Oh Whoa-oh
Behind closed doors you will see what's in store
[Verse 1: Trey Coachman]
I've known this nigga till the last of my memories
Intentionally he gets mistreated more than his sis
Anytime he gets his shot fear will overcome
But he hardly'll ever miss
Kiss the game cause he'll be the Kobe of the future
However check the dark side
Never see a painting fully until you back up
See the idea and your eyes only wanna shut up
Or move the point of view to another part of the story
His times of glory but mostly his sad times dealing with family affairs
These days parents aren't old enough to care but here isn't the case
It’s different
Deal or no deal you would have picked the wrong one
A ton of weight on his back
But he can’t balance it all
Spilling in the direction of his blind spot
Parents split, private school
Saying bitch and pussy trying to be cool
Stay real, not fake
You’re not hard
Only on the basketball court
You are
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Trey Coachman]
The sport basketball as a job is his only ticket to ride happy in life
Cause it’s a fight that he is fighting only with his wits not his bear fists
Getting sick of mom kicking him out for no apparent reason
Sitting in the garage bouncing a basketball with tears running through his face
Thoughts rushing through his head
So fast it probably gives him a full on head spin
Gone to parties in clubs trying to have fun
Cause he’s shy when it comes to girls but the truth is hard for him to share
So he lies, but it not changing peers minds until he gets girl number 1
Picking up the phone when it hasn't even rung
So much potential on the inside
I hope he remembers how to roam
Goes to dads place where I don’t know
Probably the only safe place to him other then church or my so called home
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Trey Coachman]
The worst part I know that this isn't all for him
His grandma gives the impression she hates him
Thinks how it feels to be in his skin
But there’s a light which he sees through all the hard hits
He's very smart for his young age
And never forgot his killer b-ball game which is off the chain
No reason for not having a full scholarship to any largely known campus
It’s thinking less of your school not to accept this kid?
I paint the vividly perfect imperfection on the canvas
When he goes all the way something like Dallas
Everybody's challenge to him it’s just a task
Easy to grasp cause he can make it last with one chance
A ball in his hands is like no other sight
Brilliant, better then Ben with his key and kite
Need night vision to see him play at midnight hooping
His life is this song looping
[Chorus]