PLD - Behind Closed Doors lyrics

[Chorus: PLD] Behind closed doors Oh Whoa-oh Behind closed doors Oh Whoa-oh Behind closed doors you will see what's in store Oh Whoa-oh Behind closed doors Oh Whoa-oh Behind closed doors Oh Whoa-oh Behind closed doors you will see what's in store [Verse 1: Trey Coachman] I've known this n***a till the last of my memories Intentionally he gets mistreated more than his sis Anytime he gets his shot fear will overcome But he hardly'll ever miss Kiss the game cause he'll be the Kobe of the future However check the dark side Never see a painting fully until you back up See the idea and your eyes only wanna shut up Or move the point of view to another part of the story His times of glory but mostly his sad times dealing with family affairs These days parents aren't old enough to care but here isn't the case It's different Deal or no deal you would have picked the wrong one A ton of weight on his back But he can't balance it all Spilling in the direction of his blind spot Parents split, private school Saying b**h and p**y trying to be cool Stay real, not fake You're not hard Only on the basketball court You are [Chorus] [Verse 2: Trey Coachman] The sport basketball as a job is his only ticket to ride happy in life Cause it's a fight that he is fighting only with his wits not his bear fists Getting sick of mom kicking him out for no apparent reason Sitting in the garage bouncing a basketball with tears running through his face Thoughts rushing through his head So fast it probably gives him a full on head spin Gone to parties in clubs trying to have fun Cause he's shy when it comes to girls but the truth is hard for him to share So he lies, but it not changing peers minds until he gets girl number 1 Picking up the phone when it hasn't even rung So much potential on the inside I hope he remembers how to roam Goes to dads place where I don't know Probably the only safe place to him other then church or my so called home [Chorus] [Verse 3: Trey Coachman] The worst part I know that this isn't all for him His grandma gives the impression she hates him Thinks how it feels to be in his skin But there's a light which he sees through all the hard hits He's very smart for his young age And never forgot his k**er b-ball game which is off the chain No reason for not having a full scholarship to any largely known campus It's thinking less of your school not to accept this kid? I paint the vividly perfect imperfection on the canvas When he goes all the way something like Dallas Everybody's challenge to him it's just a task Easy to grasp cause he can make it last with one chance A ball in his hands is like no other sight Brilliant, better then Ben with his key and kite Need night vision to see him play at midnight hooping His life is this song looping [Chorus]