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