Behind the Door

Mister, give me the key
Point me to the stairs
I don’t know what waits for me
In room 13
Room 13
Dim lit hallways
Stains on the floor
Looking for 13
What’s behind the door?
Room 13
Room 13
Prostitutes, hypes and drugs
Meet me on the way
No cheap paintings, just blank walls
Blank walls, that’s okay
Prostitutes, hypes and drugs
Meet me on the way
Empty bottles, spots of blood
That’s cool, bro, that’s cool
'Cause what waits for me?
A whore, a bullet, a thug?
What waits for me?
A whore, a bullet, a thug?
That’s okay, room 13
That’s okay, room 13
Turn around
And I’ll walk away
Turn around
Didn’t wanna stay there anyway