14 trapdoors is a hip-hop trio of emcee/producers: Short Moscato, WZA & bendyface. They enjoy things like the combination of celery + peanut butter, falling for woman with ulterior motives and experimenting with high potency drugs. You can find their music literally anywhere online, on all the streaming sites + all over YouTube. We ❤️ Medusa and encourage you to do the same; she’s a artistic genius, a comedic revolutionary and a wonderful friend. COP DAT “ROSIE” ALBUM IMMEDIATELY!! - ❤️ 14x
lyrics
cause to lose all my senses,
that is just so typically me
oh baby, baby
oops
got lost in the game
I'm not that innocent
oops
got lost in the game
I'm not that innocent
won’t calm down won’t stop won’t think
come to the house with the beers in the sink
and you leave with the black lungs came with the pink
and the liquor’s in the bathtub, everybody drink
trash on the floor and the drugs in the fridge
and the carpet gets wrecked just like the kids
and nobody can roll half worth their mids
cause everybody’s rollin, everybody binge
one point two points three points gram
close your eyes and open up your mouth or hands
four points five points brewery new joint
shroomery, anoint, you and me, conjoined
get what you give and take what you earn
everybody upstairs with diminishing returns
lined up at the bedrooms, take your turn
line up at the bathrooms, stomachs churn
oops, you're a daisy-pusher
you're a fuckin loser
stomach full of knives,
and I'm ready to throw up now
arsenic in your sugar
i'm a fuckin butcher
plummet through your lives,
and is my echo enough, now?
oops
got lost in the game
I'm not that innocent
oops
got lost in the game
I'm not that innocent
fifteen bodies on the couch no tear ducts
chomping at the bitch and jerking it for new drugs
feels like williamsburg - then it caught the beard bug
oh, you’re fuckin weird, huh?
shut up
i’m drunk
straightforward and simple
too fucked up to be a riddle
steppin, slippin in the spittle
gripping hippies round the middle
til the numbers start to dwindle
and the tracers start to squiggle
everybody starts to fizzle out
so re up now or wiggle out
close your eyes and open up your mouth boy
close your eyes and open up your mouth
close your eyes and open up your mouth girl
close your eyes and open up your mouth
oops, you're a daisy-pusher
you're a fuckin loser
stomach full of knives,
and I'm ready to throw up now
arsenic in your sugar
i'm a fuckin butcher
plummet through your lives,
and is my echo enough, now?
facedown not responding
first responders calling
when’s his birthday,
what’s his first name
where's he get the molly?
buddy can you hear me
dont let him drink water
it’s worse than it looks
don’t touch it
can you call his father
and the fire trucks are screaming
and the window curtains peeking
red all in his hair,
don’t plug his nose
to try to stop the bleeding
and I'll meet you in the ER
but my car thuds on the way
and we break down in the parking lot
but that’s another day, I guess
just so typically me
oh, baby, baby
just so typically me
oh, baby, baby
gimme sugar, daisy-pusher,
you're a loser, I'm the butcher
gimme sugar, daisy-pusher,
you're a loser, I'm the butcher
gimme sugar, daisy-pusher,
you're a loser, I'm the butcher
gimme sugar, daisy-pusher,
you're a loser, I'm the butcher
Medusa is a "revenge pop" musician based in New York. They're pretty sure they subconsciously stole calling their music "___-pop" from their friend Zand, who coined "ugly-pop," but it's way too late in the game to undo it now.
Jack Goldstein's deeply personal exploration of love and grief is expressed here through a blend of emo and hyperpop. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 12, 2022
