Let Me In

Robert Glasper, Mick Jenkins

Lifted expectations at my lowest points (uh) Bonding shit don't have enough To roll a joint, I roll the dice Coming out the closet he no poltergeist Definitely problematic They say real niggas multiply Huh, fake niggas fuck like rabbit's Twenty-one days that's a fucking habit Break-fast, like shit coming heavy Like the steak fries Glue the pedal to the floor Cut the break lines Fuck the medals in the war It's for a breakbeat Small circle so we all can hit a beatbox (Uh) All the memories is keepsakes Uh, s tand for serving love for pete sakes Return it (Uh) Don't even know what I mean when I tell my niggas be safe Lifted expectations at my lowest points One hitter quit it I don't have Enough to roll a joint (Call my plug) I got on my (Call my plug)

Written by: CHRIS DAYE, DERRICK HODGE, JAYSON JENKINS, ROBERT GLASPERLyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Hipgnosis Songs GroupLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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