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