Best Spot In The House
(专辑: Injury Reserve - 2019)
(This is the
best, the
best spot in the
house? Absolutely) Check it Check it, yo, check it I've had niggas that come up to me, say that they looked up to me, yeah And that they been fucking with me since shit was ugly, yeah And that these songs, man, they saved they life Now, how you put that kind of power in these hands of mine? And how a
nigga 'posed respond to some shit like that? Am I
supposed to "Oh, thanks," pat they back? I
ain't tryna take away from the
experience they had But, honestly, I'm not prepared for some shit like that And when they credit myself, they discredit themselves And the
strength that they had, yeah, to better themselves And they talk about the
strength that I
have in my songs But they don't know, behind them stories, there's some shit that's just wrong And I
hear 'em say that it was beautiful But to me, man, that shit was inexcusable, uh To talk about a
death and not go to the
funeral Telling myself, "You gotta swallow all that guilt that chewed at you" Shit was juvenile, like how was I
too cowardly to go to your fucking funeral But still feel like rapping about your death was fucking suitable? Was I
true to you, or using you? Or the
unfortunate events to make my songs more moveable My grief provable? It's true though, I
do wish I
could call like shit was usual Tell you shit's popping, uh, tell you life's beautiful, uh But I
didn't check on you when you were still here, yeah And that shit been eating at me for this past year, yeah This remind me of Will dancing on that couch 2014 Flagstaff, we're back now Halloween a
year later and we're driving home I'll throw up eight times before we make it out Still reminds me of Will dancing on that couch Saw him last week, he swears that we made it now People watching now, better not let them down I'll throw up eight times before we make it now (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Shout out to my brother Chuck, healthiest dude I
know One day, he was hooping and just dropped to the
floor In disbelief, man, I
could never fathom that His sister Rosie hit me like, "It might've been a
heart attack" Couldn't do shit about it, stuck in Arizona Plus they brought him back, but I
heard he's in a
coma Drop to my knees and I
start to pray Said, "If he wakes up, I
swear that I'll call and text him every day" Felt like a
lifetime after a
couple days went past And I
still ain't heard from your ass, man, wake the
fuck up Yo, luckily he did, my promise didn't last that long You would text me, it would take like a
week to respond And I
ain't got shit going on Man, that's so fucked up Two years later, seen your silhouette in that crowd Last show, our first headlining tour, it's sold out 700 people, yeah, that shit was so wild Seen that ugly-ass grin, knew I
made you proud, yeah This remind me of Will dancing on that couch