Restroom Blues

[Verse] Gritted teeth, stompin', no restroom in sight, Stomach churnin', brother, it's a desperate fight. Bustin’ through streets, can't find no relief, Eyes peeled for that sign, I'll be my own thief. [Verse 2] Left the crib, feelin' fine, now it's World War III, Gut's rebellin', man, it's straight anarchy. Dollaz in my pocket, but no porcelain throne, Knuckles white, grippin' tight, pray I ain't alone. [Chorus] Restroom blues, homie, thought I had time, Run or bust, man, it's a gangster crime. Sweatin’ bullets, feel the panic rise, Restroom blues, man, it's do or die. [Verse 3] Quick step, tight clench, avoidin' disaster, Sidewalk shuffle, gotta move faster. Paper towels? Nah, I need somethin’ more, Eyes dartin’, heart poundin', need that stall door. [Verse 4] Phone booth lookin' tempting, but that’s sketchy as hell, Public park, dark nights—no tale to tell. Cafe locked up, no mercy tonight, Strugglin' bad, findin' white porcelain light. [Chorus] Restroom blues, homie, salvation near, A gangster’s plight nobody wanna hear. Toilet grail, makes a grown man cry, Restroom blues, that's the reason why.