Off The Knob

4 a.m. and I'm twisted off the knob
 Creek, that is, piece of this
 What you don't want, bet you both front
 You and that weak ass team you with
 I be in my mind where it's bleak as shit
 I'm down on my town on some Bleecker shit
 It seem these days we don't dream of shit
 If it ain't some get rich scheming shit
 I'ma reach the riches, I don't fiend for it
 But I fiend for love, even more for lust
 Always ready to bust me some cheeks and shit
 But I'm super cuffed, my predicament
 I'ma need a min, when I walk in the spot
 I be nervous and hot, let me breathe a bit
 I'ma ask your name but know you all is lame
 And everybody know that I hate cheese and shit
 Stuck in the crib, my recent shit, tryna find peace and shit
 But I don't have a choice, 'cause I ain't tryna get people sick
 On some decent shit, while you all outside wilding
 I think you afraid just to sit inside with, yourself for a while and yo, I need admit
 I been forced to face up to a lot of habits
 That I built from sadness that I need to quit
 I can feel the cold outside, sitting in this empty space
 I won't fill it up with lies, I don't gotta run their race
 Living in abundant waste, I been in a one-way chase
 Trying to outrun my fate and I don't even know its face
 What you call a guilty pleasure that you don't feel guilty about?
 Think you call that a good night, craving one, it's been weeks without
 Tally in these numbers how you quantify a peace amount?
 Maybe I don't need to count
 5 a.m. and I'm twisted off the knob
 Creek, that is, piece of this
 What you don't want, bet you both front
 You and that weak ass team you with
 I be in my mind where it's bleak as shit
 I'm down on my town on some Bleecker shit
 It seem these days we don't dream of shit
 If it ain't some get rich scheming shit