31 - Soul Glo

Them white niggas you fuck with turn tiki torch real quick

Real quick, real quick, ah!

When you were crying on the phone to me, did you consider us friends?

Saying that his life was in our hands, or were we criminals then?

The way I stack my feelings up, Chani asked me what I prioritize

Why is my answer moments of mistrust archived side by side in my mind?

I can’t decide

Sink into the floor

Sink into the floor

Sink into the floor

Sink into the floor

We left pieces of ourselves on the side of that road

Now I’m supposed to sift through my feelings toward you and the murderous

language you spoke?

If that cop had taken a further step than just putting his hand on his gun

And shot us right there, we might never know whose side you’re really on

Nah, sink into the floor

Sink into the floor

Who’s your apology even for?

Sink into the floor

Thinking about this nigga Marvin, thinking about this nigga Natik

Thinking about this nigga Malique, he spent 9 months in solitary at 17

Thinking about this nigga Lael, thinking about this nigga Tyquail

Thinking about this nigga Reneé, I fear most for her everyday

I fear most for her everyday, I fear most for her everyday

I’m down to step out and engage

I’m down to step out and engage

I’m down to step out and engage

I’m down to step out and engage

I’m down to step out and engage

Ayo, I live around the way

Ayo, I live around the way

(Ayo, I live around the way, nigga)

Ayo, I live around the way

Ayo, I live around the way, uh

Side up with me

Slip in the side of my eye up with me

Guy up to me

Eye up the pie you tryna slice up off me

But what do we have for you?

(Nothing)

Not my priority or my energy

Not while I know children in the penitentiary

I won’t treat you mean, I won’t say a thing

But please come back up into my house and try me

Please come back up in my mental

Please come back up in my periphery

Niggas not cold as me

And not petty like me

And I’m unsure you really wanna hear from me

Every erasures are your life’s poetry

In between the fine print, in invisible ink

Fuck what you feel, fuck what you think

You slept too close to my family

And I’ve got no time for a fake ass sorry from an opp who still throws stones

at a nigga’s body

I thought the plan was that a nigga would drop the topic

But if you really want, we can fucking talk about it

You know, my mama kinda wanna beat ya ass for this

You a snake, fuck nigga, you a basilisk

And you at risk of remaining an asterisk

My last gift is my black ass to kiss