PITCH BLACK
Look like I missed the memo
Picture me dipping, I wasn't gon sink for this ship
Hit the tip back to sender, must think I sent for a demo
Or had the lid come up missing? Was tryna breathe for a bit
List of wishes I ditched fore I could hold them
Staining kicks dripping the rhythm I stitched
Tween nigga pen a rollercoaster, licked my cuts for the dip
Huddled, whole hut in respite
Double-dutched intermission, crux of my misgivings I slipped
Whole time was up for a sit
Back then, ditched soul for the rent
Moonlit a inmate, I spent upwards of my head for a tint
Chipped shoulders bumped in the pit
Cloaked and unknown in the pitch black
Act code-switched and they didn't pretend they get the lyrics
Critics stuck on "nigga", don't fix your lips, I'm listening
Like, you look bitch from where I'm sitting
Give a fuck who I missed
Meant what the fuck that I spit
Khari a duct for the shit
I said "catch up", cause I been ducked them
Preached chin up fore they squint
Ivory cup that I could bust on nother head fore I sip
Sixth-sensed the fuck shit, it wasn't up for me to cut niggas lids
Aye-ayeing grubs in the skin
Picked thinning blood on a mission
Trickling slate fore I rinse it
Trick or pay fore I split
Picked nigga brain for a kick
Gift-wrapped my pain for a litmus test
A minute, I'll be stranger to this shit
A nigga fiending for a canvas, I could paint that shit in crimson
It been seasons I ain't aim for
Niggas scheming on my name, a nigga king for I let tainting to it
Lease that I let danger to
Been a minute I was dreaming my estrangement took vacation
All this aimless shit get ancient
I misplaced a nigga anger, true
My misshapen wish for fame'll be the angle, I got language for a pretty penny
Moonlit a inmate, I spent upwards of my head for a tint
Chipped shoulders bumped in the pit
Cloaked and unknown in the pitch black
Act code-switched and they didn't pretend they get the lyrics
Critics stuck on "nigga", don't fix your lips, I'm listening
Lying if I told you I'm dry, you caught me wistful
Hid hints of feeling, a high behind a pistol
Picked pits I missed fore I dined, a shitty rental
Fined feeling, feel like I died fore I went missing
That's when I told me that I miss you
Picture me dipping, I wasn't gon sink for this ship
Hit the tip back to sender, must think I sent for a demo
Or had the lid come up missing? Was tryna breathe for a bit
List of wishes I ditched fore I could hold them
Staining kicks dripping the rhythm I stitched
Tween nigga pen a rollercoaster, licked my cuts for the dip
Huddled, whole hut in respite
Double-dutched intermission, crux of my misgivings I slipped
Whole time was up for a sit
Back then, ditched soul for the rent
Moonlit a inmate, I spent upwards of my head for a tint
Chipped shoulders bumped in the pit
Cloaked and unknown in the pitch black
Act code-switched and they didn't pretend they get the lyrics
Critics stuck on "nigga", don't fix your lips, I'm listening
Like, you look bitch from where I'm sitting
Give a fuck who I missed
Meant what the fuck that I spit
Khari a duct for the shit
I said "catch up", cause I been ducked them
Preached chin up fore they squint
Ivory cup that I could bust on nother head fore I sip
Sixth-sensed the fuck shit, it wasn't up for me to cut niggas lids
Aye-ayeing grubs in the skin
Picked thinning blood on a mission
Trickling slate fore I rinse it
Trick or pay fore I split
Picked nigga brain for a kick
Gift-wrapped my pain for a litmus test
A minute, I'll be stranger to this shit
A nigga fiending for a canvas, I could paint that shit in crimson
It been seasons I ain't aim for
Niggas scheming on my name, a nigga king for I let tainting to it
Lease that I let danger to
Been a minute I was dreaming my estrangement took vacation
All this aimless shit get ancient
I misplaced a nigga anger, true
My misshapen wish for fame'll be the angle, I got language for a pretty penny
Moonlit a inmate, I spent upwards of my head for a tint
Chipped shoulders bumped in the pit
Cloaked and unknown in the pitch black
Act code-switched and they didn't pretend they get the lyrics
Critics stuck on "nigga", don't fix your lips, I'm listening
Lying if I told you I'm dry, you caught me wistful
Hid hints of feeling, a high behind a pistol
Picked pits I missed fore I dined, a shitty rental
Fined feeling, feel like I died fore I went missing
That's when I told me that I miss you
Credits
Writer(s): Khari Jackson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.