Room 1864 Lyrics

Late night shit

It's just different

Let's do it

30 days and nights, I'm checking out in the AM

Scenes of late nights with comrades keep on replaying

Shot after shot getting tipsy down at the Crow

Promise we made it home safe, if you know then you know

Lot of bonds made, last toast before we hit the road

Hope I don't forget em as things typically go

Looking out on the city, shit I love the bright sights

So now I write to turn the night life into highlights

Started thinking about the future, I live there now

Once I get this money stocked we getting shares now

I know that ain't gone change the fact I was just stared down

Guess black skin seems to be all that they care about

Quiet nights writing these thoughts down in my notes

Wonder how this here's gone come off, shit I don't know

A lot of overthinking, shit I always do the most

All these rooms I could've been in, yet I chose the room the growth

Yeah

Check

And maybe you ain't feeling me

I been serene, back stroking in this sea of tranquility

Reflect on past decisions that got me to where I'm at now

I'm back grounded, but past playing the back ground

I got they attention, you just play in the background my nigga

Working relentless to stay on my pivot, hinging

Decisions on bigger missions

I swear to god this henny hit different, when it enter my system

I got to find me a victim, like when we hear your lyrics

Searching for dope messages, I'm asking where they at

People stare at my skin, but I'm staring back

Why you feel threatened, just because I'm wearing black

Or wearing my hat in a position that's a little different from back when

They refused to accept somebody with black skin

My next shit you gone get a whole hour of this

It's gone feel like you seeing a thousand power fists

Kami live like Tommie Smith, I don't live how these cowards live

Black gloves for black love, let me back up

Maybe I should just rap

Maybe I should stop expressing myself all on the track

Maybe that auto tune don't hit the same way

Maybe I should not record and put shit out the same day

Maybe the way these chords strike you

Is the opposite of how they strike me

See that's the main thing

Y'all just want me to maintain

But I got so much shit left to attain man

My shit bang like NBA 3s by Mike Breen

But we don't play the same game

I'm 2060 with this shit bro

Man I went and dropped 60 on the intro

It's a different game, you pick and roll, I pick roles

To be the big man for the fans

That's why they lose they fucking minds in the stands to my jams

Never had to cross over to penetrate our culture

I stood and watched over, sent shots to all vultures

I am the surgeon general for y'alls focus

Every bar is solid, I'm ready now for all smokers

Y'all hopeless

This ain't the soft spoken kid that you lost hope in

I am a 1 of 1, I am the final boss homie

I live with an incurable urge to tell the truth bout y'all homie

And only god knows the prognosis

Just some thoughts as I sit in the Marquis

On the 18th floor behind that door, it's god's chosen

Just some thoughts as I sit in the Marquis

On the 18th floor behind that door, it's god's chosen

Just some thoughts as I sit in the Marquis

On the 18th floor behind that door, it's god's chosen