Quentin's in the Penthouse Suite Lyrics

I been away for too long

And I know you're missing me

Soon as I'm back I'll light your phone

And you can come visit me in a penthouse suite

Living out this beat

In a penthouse suite

Girl, just you and me

And I've been away too long

I know you're missing me

I've been shut off, won't answer phones

But I still got receipts of me feeling empty, strenuously free

Of my petty attachments

I think I left a piece of my soul sitting up in that attic

Well in the penthouse"come down" stronger side: I need you now

And I've fighting these demons and I've been trying to deal with it by releasing this semen on women, I visit

This tombstone in my abandoned home"Here lies a former version of me"

You know it seems

It's been locked up, forgotten about

I put him down behind the shelves to block it all out

Dusted and withering in the closet, skeleton"Come to a solution" I'm buried in confusion

I don't try to make the rap work but y'all really deluded

Ain't my fault I got a message like Confucius

I swear there's been a birth switch

I must have short-circuited

Looking at this man in the mirror, who is this?

I'm banging and banging trying to unlock the doors

I think I left my soul up on the top floor

I been away for too long

And I know you're missing me

Soon as I'm back I'll light your phone

And you can come visit me in a penthouse suite

Living out this beat

In a penthouse suite

Girl, just you and me

Life been downhill since I got that cap and gown

Hearing suicidal voices telling me to pipe down

Why I'm always failing when I never brought the rod out?

I don't never simp, I put the baddest girl in timeout

Let me find out

I'm living in accordance to that guy with little importance

Who I have become is such a stranger, he's foreign

I need to find me, man, I really deplore this

Feeling every feeling possible but it's in a box

I threw away the key"new me" tried to pick the locks

Like Fort Knox, he said he had to"raise the walls"

Remember"old me" used to like to shoot basketball?

And he liked to look at finer things, not the knife drawer

He saw the best in people, if you needed him, you sure could call

He was never at war with himself, never was a brawl

And if you had to show off, you could be his debutante

Now he's alone in his room, wood-paneled in

Only coming out so he can see if shorty's flannel fits

Opposed to the female and to having kids

Dark desires take his precedence

Now he only speaks in the past tense

Looking in that same mirror repeating"who is this?"

Empathy has robbed me of living for more

Who knows if I'll ever access that top floor