Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Light, artist - Mick Jenkins. Album song The Circus, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.01.2020
Record label: Cinematic, Free Nation
Song language: English
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 (What's the worst thing that could |
| happen? |
| Use the answer to relapse) |
| 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 |