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The Light Lyrics - Artist : Jenkins, Mick
Oh, It's a gnat in here
Get out of here gnat Got something you want to tell me gnat? Cuff my nuts, place myself on house arrest Locked in, judge, jury, bailiff, bet When it rains I'm dry Sun shines I'm wet Push up demons fuck it doing bout 50 11 sets Ignoring your texts like sweet babies who cry in the church Oh if your partner got popped yesterday and school comes first My favorite colors yellow maybe cause I'm yellow And I got so much styles it's probably cause I'm ghetto My mommy never cooked a cosby dinner And often times I took a L for Mrs winters But I'm getting off the subject Off the boat got my luggae but the quote Pack light styarts to echo through my mind So I'm rushing now hushing now Laid my suitcase down like prom night zipped it open started pulling out starting tossing memories socks, thoughts who pretend to be, boxer briefs, pants, pictures of frenemies killing me to make room, room, room, for the light Lately I been sober Chasing new highs Cut the cord to my bungee You can be yourself don't be shy Take your time don't you rush things Thought I bought a rollie but forget that I don't need it Just let that holy water wash over my caesar dressing like that thursday in november Know that they'll remember style, boil it then let it simmer down We blowing smoke between the breeze The twists are sengalese No more backwoods blown we? of memories We wired the intricacies of our logic No hand in my pocket Still got my hand on my weapon He more malcom than martin a bit more baldwin than both Need a cauldron for mixing a black man's soul into soup So many? can't cope You cracking jokes 'bout the soap We more concerned with the truth You niggas burning the booth these niggas burning the wick at both ends Fade to black I'm ghosting in the light Lately I been waking up at night trying to beat the day Over confident I can't be issa rae Make room, room, room, for the light Lately I been sober Chasing new highs Cut the cord to my bungee You can be yourself don't be shy Take your time don't you rush things I know what I know but you heard what you heard so you poked your head in got suspicion confirmed Been on my feet for miles so my soul got some burn Still its fuck how you feel on my bottle of pills If you can't hold me down then you don't get the time Yea yea Fame is less work nothing sacred no more Either take what you want or you make what you earn If I kill you I promise I'll pay for you first like oooh If you love me grease my scalp with this 380 in my lap like oooh What's the worst thing that could happen? Use the answer to relapse, for the light Lately I been sober Chasing new highs Cut the cord to my bungee You can be yourself don't be shy Take your time don't you rush things |
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