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Oh, it's a gnat in here |
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Get out of here, gnat |
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You got something to tell me, gnat? |
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You got something you want to tell me, gnat? |
| [00:15.92] |
Huh? Alright |
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Cuff my n**s, place myself on house arrest |
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Locked in, judge, jury, bailiff, bet |
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When it rains, I'm dry, sun shines, I'm wet |
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Push up demons, fvck it, doin' 'bout 50, 11 sets |
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Ignoring your texts like sweet babies who cry in the church |
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Or if your partner got popped yesterday and school come first |
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My favorite color's yellow, maybe 'cause I'm mellow |
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And I got so much style, it's probably 'cause I'm ghetto |
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My mommy never cooked a Cosby dinner |
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And often times I took a L for Mrs. Winters |
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But I'm getting off the subject |
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Off the boat, got my luggage but the quote |
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Pack light starts to echo through my mind |
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So I'm rushing now, hushing now |
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Laid my suitcase down like prom night |
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Zipped it open started pulling out |
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Tossin' memories, socks, thoughts who pretend to be |
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Boxer briefs, pants, pictures of frenemies killing me |
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To make room, room, room, for the light |
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Lately I been sober, chasin' new highs |
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Cut the cord to my bungee |
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You can be yourself, don't be shy |
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Take your time, don't you rush things |
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Thought I bought a Rollie, but forget that, I didn't need it |
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Just let that holy water wash over my Caesar |
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Dressing like that Thursday in November, know that they'll remember style |
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Boil it then let it simmer down, we blowing smoke between the breeze |
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The twists are Senegalese |
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No more Backwoods blown, we ride the rings of memories |
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We wired the intricacies of our logic, no hands in my pocket |
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Still got my hand on my weapon |
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He more Malcolm than Martin, a bit more Baldwin than both |
| [02:05.61] |
You need a cauldron for mixing a black man's soul into soup |
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So many fishbowls can't cope, you cracking jokes 'bout the soap |
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We more concerned with the truth |
| [02:13.26] |
You niggas burning the booth, these niggas burning the wick at both ends |
| [02:17.37] |
Fade to black I'm ghosting in the light |
| [02:19.98] |
Lately I been waking up at night, tryna beat the day |
| [02:23.98] |
Overconfident, I can't be Issa Rae |
| [02:25.97] |
To make room, room, room, for the light |
| [02:32.15] |
Lately I been sober, chasin' new highs |
| [02:38.35] |
Cut the cord to my bungee |
| [02:44.64] |
You can be yourself, don't be shy |
| [02:50.92] |
Take your time, don't you rush things |
| [02:54.04] |
I know what I know, but you heard what you heard |
| [02:56.83] |
So you poked your head in, got suspicion confirmed |
| [03:00.11] |
Been on my feet for miles, so my soul got some burn |
| [03:03.05] |
Still it's fvck how you feel on my bottle of pills |
| [03:06.21] |
If you can't hold me down then you don't get a turn |
| [03:09.25] |
Yeah, yeah, fame is less worse, nothing sacred no more |
| [03:12.40] |
Either take what you want or you make what you earn |
| [03:15.38] |
If I kill you, I promise, I'll pray for you first, like |
| [03:19.24] |
Ooh-ooh |
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If you love me, grease my scalp with this 380 in my lap, like |
| [03:25.43] |
Ooh, yeah |
| [03:27.81] |
What's the worst thing that could happen? Use the answer to relapse (To make room, room, room, for the light ) |
| [03:34.47] |
Lately I been sober, chasin' new highs |
| [03:40.84] |
Cut the cord to my bungee |
| [03:47.09] |
You can be yourself, don't be shy |
| [03:53.23] |
Take your time, don't you rush things |
