[Verse 1: Trap-metal male MC, crushing half-time drums, distorted 808 bass, snarled trap-metal bars] Auction day at the storage lot, cold sun on the tin Forty doors in a row and the bidders crowdin' in Every locker gets a number, every number gets a fight Till the man says thirteen and the whole crowd goes white Nobody lifts a hand, nobody clears a throat Old fella by the fence pulls the collar up his coat Says that rent got paid in cash every month for years Never saw a car pull in, never heard the gears So I raise two fingers, forty bucks, I'm feelin' bold Auctioneer don't even argue, says sight unseen and sold Hands me a receipt with a shake in his wrist Sayin' cut it if you want, but son, I'd give it a miss [Pre-Hook: Trap-metal male MC, rising guitar noise, trap-metal chant] Bolt cutters bite and the lock hits the dirt Grab the handle low and I give it a jerk [Hook: Trap-metal male MC, full crushing beat, screamed trap-metal hook] Sight unseen, forty dollars, now it's mine One chair, one calendar, crossed off to tonight Sight unseen, should've let the auction go 'Cause the lock was on the inside and the door is comin' slow [Verse 2: Trap-metal male MC, snarled trap-metal bars, distorted 808 bass] Flashlight in my teeth and the air tastes like rust Floor swept clean, not a single speck of dust One foldin' chair, sittin' dead center, facin' out Like somebody sat here waitin' on somebody to come about Calendar on a nail with every square crossed through Every day in red marker, and today's got an X too Marker on the floor with the cap still off Smell of somebody's coffee, sound of somebody's cough I'm backin' to the daylight, laughin' it away Then I see a second padlock, on the inside, snapped in place [Pre-Hook: Trap-metal male MC, rising guitar noise, trap-metal chant] Bolt cutters bite and the lock hits the dirt Grab the handle low and I give it a jerk [Hook: Trap-metal male MC, full crushing beat, screamed trap-metal hook] Sight unseen, forty dollars, now it's mine One chair, one calendar, crossed off to tonight Sight unseen, should've let the auction go 'Cause the lock was on the inside and the door is comin' slow [Breakdown: Trap-metal male MC, roll-up door, a long metal roll-up door groans down across four bars while the guitars rise under it] Snapped shut from in here, so who walked out Nobody walked out, that's the part I'm thinkin' about Then the chain starts movin' and the light gets thin Door comin' down slow and it's lockin' me in Inch by inch the parkin' lot is goin' black Somethin' in the corner slides the chair back [Final Hook: Trap-metal male MC, full crushing beat, screamed trap-metal hook] Sight unseen, forty dollars, now it's mine One chair, one calendar, crossed off to tonight Sight unseen, should've let the auction go 'Cause the lock was on the inside and the door is comin' slow [End]
