Locked In Lyrics

I thought you could tell but you can't

Aye

I'm locked in like a locksmith

Need a diaper on my ass can't you tell that I'm the shit

Now would you hurry

Tunnel vision kinda gettin blurry

Baby boy he got a temper you gon wanna call him Murray

Run along

Actually no come alone

Had to get ya out ya home

Might just fuck ya to this song

Yeah put down the camera phone

Feel it deep down in your core

Popstar can't record

You be screaming for the lord aye

Having deep conversation

Lost it all and got it back guess I misplaced it to a sort ain't need to chase it

Throw it in rotation

Check up like a maintenance jump in and out that sanction when you coming

Bass Board hitting got me drumming on that ass

You know you lucky take your soul can't get enough

Got you cumin every time you know

That it's always been something with a nigga end discussion

In it for the repercussions I'm a slayer

Come and put in my pocket

Be your coach you be my player

Gimme Moore my Maya might go drain it for ya flavor

Told yo little ass to savor the taste I know that you ain't save it

Slow it down like matrix

I'm locked in like a locksmith

Need a diaper on my ass can't you tell that I'm the shit

Now would you hurry

Tunnel vision kinda gettin blurry

Baby boy he got a temper you gon wanna call him Murray

Run along

Actually no come alone

Had to get ya out ya home

Might just fuck ya to this song

Yeah put down the camera phone

Feel it deep down in your core

Popstar can't record

You be screaming for the lord aye

Im like what it is

What's on yo mind

What you thinking bout

You ain't like these other fishes you don't fuck with trout

You freezing

Refrigerating bitches really tweaking

Say they talking to themselves if they respond shit have me weakened

So tell me what it is

What you thinking bout what's on your mind

Ain't concerned about that shit it don't bring dollars signs

Ain't concerned about that shit it don't bring dollars signs

I'm locked in like a locksmith

Need a diaper on my ass can't you tell that I'm the shit

Now would you hurry

Tunnel vision kinda gettin blurry

Baby boy he got a temper you gon wanna call him Murray

Run along

You be screaming for the lord aye