[00:02.02]Oh, it's a gnat in here
[00:06.12]Get out of here, gnat
[00:07.58]You got something to tell me, gnat?
[00:10.31]You got something you want to tell me, gnat?
[00:15.92]Huh? Alright
[00:20.84]Cuff my nuts, place myself on house arrest
[00:24.32]Locked in, judge, jury, bailiff, bet
[00:27.77]When it rains, I'm dry, sun shines, I'm wet
[00:30.77]Push up demons, fvck it, doin' 'bout 50, 11 sets
[00:34.07]Ignoring your texts like sweet babies who cry in the church
[00:37.27]Or if your partner got popped yesterday and school come first
[00:40.57]My favorite color's yellow, maybe 'cause I'm mellow
[00:43.67]And I got so much style, it's probably 'cause I'm ghetto
[00:46.63]My mommy never cooked a Cosby dinner
[00:49.02]And often times I took a L for Mrs. Winters
[00:51.71]But I'm getting off the subject
[00:53.44]Off the boat, got my luggage but the quote
[00:55.40]Pack light starts to echo through my mind
[00:58.50]So I'm rushing now, hushing now
[01:00.72]Laid my suitcase down like prom night
[01:02.93]Zipped it open started pulling out
[01:04.91]Tossin' memories, socks, thoughts who pretend to be
[01:07.35]Boxer briefs, pants, pictures of frenemies killing me
[01:10.80]To make room, room, room, for the light
[01:17.61]Lately I been sober, chasin' new highs
[01:23.54]Cut the cord to my bungee
[01:30.03]You can be yourself, don't be shy
[01:35.99]Take your time, don't you rush things
[01:39.21]Thought I bought a Rollie, but forget that, I didn't need it
[01:42.46]Just let that holy water wash over my Caesar
[01:45.59]Dressing like that Thursday in November, know that they'll remember style
[01:49.17]Boil it then let it simmer down, we blowing smoke between the breeze
[01:52.47]The twists are Senegalese
[01:53.99]No more Backwoods blown, we ride the rings of memories
[01:56.54]We wired the intricacies of our logic, no hands in my pocket
[02:00.72]Still got my hand on my weapon
[02:02.48]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
[02:08.57]So many fishbowls can't cope, you cracking jokes 'bout the soap
[02:11.72]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
[03:21.82]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