LYRIC

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 stairway
Stains on the floor
Looking for 13
What's behind the door?

Room 13
Room 13

Prostitutes, hypes & thungs
Meet me on the way
Bare ceilings; just blank
Walls blank walls, that's okay
Prostitutes, hypes & thugs
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?

That's okay, room 13
That's okay, room 13

Turn around
I'll walk away
Turn around
I didn't want to stay there anyway

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