DXGXN - In The Closet lyrics
[DXGXN - In The Closet lyrics]
They landed at plymouth
With a smile on the face (hahaha)
So all I say is keep
Some sunshine on yo' face (haha)
Yea' my whole disposition like
Fuck who told me to sit' (sit)
Ten toes on the cement, lil' weed in my socks
(Uh) sittin' through songs to repent
Cleanup my thoughts (Nah')
We inna' box seen alot of
Niggas talk on the bench (yeah)
Alot of father figures following trends
I ain't involved wit' em'
Lemons like to fall off a cliffs
And bring they squad wit' em'
I seen god in the mirror drinking
I tee off when the spirit hit me (mm)
And I don't fear to end it, I feel the envy
(yeah)
I listen to my past when it whisper to me
Half of it makes since
My nigga half of it riddles to me
Moses wit' a makeshift staff
Sending ripples through ya'
And through the land
And the river been the plan but
When I go to grab it
It slither out my hand so (Out my hand)
On my hand, I've been handling business
Kinda' sad but, momma tell me man up
(My nigga) but, now i'm popeye with
The anchor tached' inna'
Finna' spazz onna' nigga if I have to
(Uh Huh)
Wrist takers no satan, new dance moves
(Moves) it could be ya' last move
Hard to see the glass half full (Half full)
When ya' half full
Wrist danglin' like black fruit (mhm)
Nigga (Uh)
How yall feel out there (Uh) feel out there
How yall feel out there (Uh) feel out there
Yea' i've been seeing demons inside
My closet lately
Tellin' me to join em' and talk to em'
Man that shit was crazy
I had a conversation with devil and
Angel whose on my shoulder
They tell me that my mental state
Is sorta' out of order (Out Of Order)
It's okay
I'll see the fuckin' problem when i'm older
Til' Then, i gotta' big bitch names crayola
Like a color book
Walkin' thru' the halls of my
School feel like throwin' up
I ain't talking gang signs man
I'm talking uvula
What's the point of growing up
When I ain't even grown enough
I ain't gotta' job nor' no money
Guess I fucked it up
I ain't gotta' four leaf clover
Guess i'm out of luck
I ain't gotta' ford nor' a chevy
Guess i'm out of truck
I ain't gotta care in the world
Guess i'm out of fucks
Yea' i've been seeing demons inside
My closet lately
Tellin' me to join em' and talk to em'
Man that shit was crazy
I had a conversation with devil and
Angel whose on my shoulder
They tell me that my mental state
Is sorta' out of order (Out Of Order)
It's okay
I'll see the fuckin' problem when i'm older
Til' Then, i gotta' big bitch names crayola
Like a color book
Walkin' thru' the halls of my
School feel like throwin' up
I ain't talking gang signs man
I'm talking uvula
What's the point of growing up
When I ain't even grown enough
I ain't gotta' job nor' no money
Guess I fucked it up
I ain't gotta' four leaf clover
Guess i'm out of luck
I ain't gotta' ford nor' a chevy
Guess i'm out of truck
I ain't gotta care in the world
Guess i'm out of fucks
Landed at plymouth with a smile on the face
So all I say is keep
Some sunshine on ya' face (Haha)
With a smile on the face (hahaha)
So all I say is keep
Some sunshine on yo' face (haha)
Yea' my whole disposition like
Fuck who told me to sit' (sit)
Ten toes on the cement, lil' weed in my socks
(Uh) sittin' through songs to repent
Cleanup my thoughts (Nah')
We inna' box seen alot of
Niggas talk on the bench (yeah)
Alot of father figures following trends
I ain't involved wit' em'
Lemons like to fall off a cliffs
And bring they squad wit' em'
I seen god in the mirror drinking
I tee off when the spirit hit me (mm)
And I don't fear to end it, I feel the envy
(yeah)
I listen to my past when it whisper to me
Half of it makes since
My nigga half of it riddles to me
Moses wit' a makeshift staff
Sending ripples through ya'
And through the land
And the river been the plan but
When I go to grab it
It slither out my hand so (Out my hand)
On my hand, I've been handling business
Kinda' sad but, momma tell me man up
(My nigga) but, now i'm popeye with
The anchor tached' inna'
Finna' spazz onna' nigga if I have to
(Uh Huh)
Wrist takers no satan, new dance moves
(Moves) it could be ya' last move
Hard to see the glass half full (Half full)
When ya' half full
Wrist danglin' like black fruit (mhm)
Nigga (Uh)
How yall feel out there (Uh) feel out there
How yall feel out there (Uh) feel out there
Yea' i've been seeing demons inside
My closet lately
Tellin' me to join em' and talk to em'
Man that shit was crazy
I had a conversation with devil and
Angel whose on my shoulder
They tell me that my mental state
Is sorta' out of order (Out Of Order)
It's okay
I'll see the fuckin' problem when i'm older
Til' Then, i gotta' big bitch names crayola
Like a color book
Walkin' thru' the halls of my
School feel like throwin' up
I ain't talking gang signs man
I'm talking uvula
What's the point of growing up
When I ain't even grown enough
I ain't gotta' job nor' no money
Guess I fucked it up
I ain't gotta' four leaf clover
Guess i'm out of luck
I ain't gotta' ford nor' a chevy
Guess i'm out of truck
I ain't gotta care in the world
Guess i'm out of fucks
Yea' i've been seeing demons inside
My closet lately
Tellin' me to join em' and talk to em'
Man that shit was crazy
I had a conversation with devil and
Angel whose on my shoulder
They tell me that my mental state
Is sorta' out of order (Out Of Order)
It's okay
I'll see the fuckin' problem when i'm older
Til' Then, i gotta' big bitch names crayola
Like a color book
Walkin' thru' the halls of my
School feel like throwin' up
I ain't talking gang signs man
I'm talking uvula
What's the point of growing up
When I ain't even grown enough
I ain't gotta' job nor' no money
Guess I fucked it up
I ain't gotta' four leaf clover
Guess i'm out of luck
I ain't gotta' ford nor' a chevy
Guess i'm out of truck
I ain't gotta care in the world
Guess i'm out of fucks
Landed at plymouth with a smile on the face
So all I say is keep
Some sunshine on ya' face (Haha)