The Light-Mick Jenkins/EarthGang

[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