PITCH BLACK Lyrics

(Said I went under, I went stealth

Them niggas sold me

I'm just sellin' out my shows nigga...)

Look like I missed the memo

Picture me dippin'

I wasn't gon' sink for this ship

Hit the tip back to sender

Must think I sent for a demo

Or had the lid come up missin?

Was tryna breathe for a bit

List a wishes I ditched for I could hold 'em

Stainin' kicks drippin' the rhythm I stitched

Tween nigga pen a rollercoaster

Licked my cuts for the dip

Huddled, whole hut in respite

Doubled Dutched intermission

Crux of my misgivings I slipped

Whole time was up for a sit

Back then ditched soul for the rent

Moonlit a inmate

I spent upwards of my head for a tint

Chipped shoulders bumped in the pit

Cloaked and unknown in the pitch black

Act code switched

And they didn't pretend they get the lyrics

Critics stuck on "nigga"

Don't fix your lips, I'm listenin'

Like...

You look bitch from where I'm sittin'

Give a fuck who I missed

Meant what the fuck that I spit

Khari a duct for the shit

I said "Catch up" cause I been ducked 'em

Preached chin up fore they squint

Ivory cup that I could bust on 'nother head fore I sip

Sixth sensed the fuck shit

It wasn't up for me to cut niggas' lids

Aye-ayeing grubs in the skin

Picked thinnin' blood on a mission

Tricklin' slate for I rinse it

Trick or pay fore I split

Picked nigga brain for a kick

Gift-wrapped my pain for a litmus test

A minute, I'll be stranger to this shit

A nigga fiendin' for a canvas

I could paint that shit in crimson

It been seasons I ain't aim for

Niggas schemin' on my name

A nigga king for I let taintin' to it

Lease that I let danger to

Been a minute I was...

Dreamin' my estrangement took vacation

All this aimless shit get ancient

I misplaced a nigga anger, true

My misshapen wish for fame'll be the angle

I got language for a pretty penny

Moonlit a inmate

I spent upwards of my head for a tint

Chipped shoulders bumped in the pit

Cloaked and unknown in the pitch black

Act code switched

And they didn't pretend they get the lyrics

Critics stuck on "nigga"

Don't fix your lips, I'm listenin'

Moonlit a inmate

I spent upwards of my head for a tint

Chipped shoulders bumped in the pit

Cloaked and unknown in the pitch black

Act code switched

And they didn't pretend they get the lyrics

Critics stuck on "nigga"

Don't fix your lips, I'm listenin'

Lyin' if I told you I'm dry, you caught me wistful

Hid hints a feelin, a high behind a pistol

Picked pits I missed for I dined, a shitty rental

Fined feelin, feel like I died for I went missin'

That's when I told me that I miss you