The Light

Oh, it's a gnat in here
 Get out of here, gnat
 You got something to tell me, gnat?
 You got something you want to tell me, gnat?
 Huh? Alright
 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, doin' 'bout 50, 11 sets
 Ignoring your texts like sweet babies who cry in the church
 Or if your partner got popped yesterday and school come first
 My favorite color's yellow, maybe 'cause I'm mellow
 And I got so much style, 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 luggage but the quote
 Pack light starts 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
 Tossin' 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, chasin' 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 didn'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 Senegalese
 No more Backwoods blown, we ride the rings of memories
 We wired the intricacies of our logic, no hands in my pocket
 Still got my hand on my weapon
 He more Malcolm than Martin, a bit more Baldwin than both
 You need a cauldron for mixing a black man's soul into soup
 So many fishbowls 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, tryna to beat the day
 Overconfident, I can't be Issa Rae
 To make room, room, room, for the light
 Lately I been sober, chasin' new highs
 Cut the cord to my bungee
 You can be yourself, don't be shy (Yeah)
 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 it's fuck how you feel on my bottle of pills
 If you can't hold me down then you don't get a turn
 Yeah, yeah, fame is less worse, nothing sacred no more
 Either take what you want or you make what you earn
 If I kill you, I promise, I'll pray for you first, like
 Ooh-ooh (Hallelujah, Hallelujah)
 If you love me, grease my scalp with this 380 in my lap, like
 Ooh, yeah
 To make room, room, room,
 For the light
 Lately I been sober, chasin' new highs
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 Cut the cord to my bungee
 You can be yourself, don't be shy (Yeah)
 Take your time, don't you rush things