Furlough ft. Mick Jenkins Lyrics

Yeah

I need some time off, a minute, a second, forever, whatever you got for me

And Granny been saving a spot for me, but niggas been taking a lean on me

I know it'd be selfish to leave, homie

It's getting hard to breathe, homie

Smoke in my eyes showing screens only, I—yeah

I'm tired of scrolling and hoping that niggas is who they promoting

The reason I'm praying whatever the caption is saying is truly reflecting emotion

'Cause I knew a nigga who posted whenever his demons had woken

His momma said he was chosen

Open that coffin and you tell me how it was woven, fuck

Yeah, I need some time off

Can somebody give me a break, or even a time out would be great

But we at the end of the game now

Whole lot of sweat in the lane now

I'm taking charge of my name now

I'm turning Rome into H-Town, lay down, face down and I-yeah

I'll do that thang that make it sang like you was a product of Bey's town

I used to stay over by K-Town, a lone wolf riding the greyhound

Stayed down, funny how niggas be lookin' at me like the prey now

Oh, you getting paid now? What could I take now? I need a

Break or something

A relief of the weight or something

A release of the chase or something

I'm thinking of taking one

Yeah, uh

I need a break or something

A relief of the weight or something

I'm thinking of taking one

Fuck, yeah

I need a break or something

A relief of the weight or something

A release of the chase or something

I'm thinking of taking one

Yeah, uh

I need a break or something

I need a break or something

Aye

No eggs, no hash, nigga need a break fast

We went up a couple weight classes, hit heavy bags until they light work

A sharper image, the pen been resembling knife work

Not far from this shit, niggas is still learning how life works

Knowing what I bought it for don't mean that's the price, hurts

Pressure makes diamonds or pipes burst

Most precious stones at first just had to sit in the right dirt

A lot of niggas thirsting but they missing the right work

Can't afford to sleep through the night

He heard some shots I told him make sure he don't peak through the blinds

The neighborhood will watch, but ain't nobody speaking they mind

We smell the smoke, I'm only into what the trees leave behind

I'm tryna leave OG's in the breeze with ease on my mind, some sand at my feet

And some love come in hand over fist, I send it to my enemies and beyond

A lot of people get a cease and some don't even get one

I seen too many, I know we cannot run

But we on the track, and we need a break

A nigga need to get out, aye (Aye)

See, we in a trap, but we could figure it out

Making a break, I'm taking a break

'Cause we on the track, and we need a break

Nigga need to get out, we in the trap

And we could figure it out, making a break, taking a break