Make Room

Lyrics

HOOK Make some room for KB, it's K Bibbles obviously Make some room for KB, I write raps for you and me Make some room for KB, he's up next it's clear to see Make some room for KB, leave your seat and follow me Follow me to a place where it's great, where instead of only hate, there's criticism we take Where everybody isn't late but it's okay when we wait Where everybody's got a place and a plate, but not a race Let's erase all these fake mind states we create, we're all humans dawg, the line's pretty straight We're all equal in rate, identical in most ways, but still you hate, here's a little debate Who gives a shit that you're gay and love dick or the clit? Just don't be a faggot tryna force a normie to switch Oh shit! I said normie, it's informal for normal, I'm told that normal isn't formal anymore, I blame your hormones Don't cry, get mad, even better a laugh, a strong attack requires happy and wrath How do I know that? First hand, way back, people are whack – I'mma leave it at that How you hatin' from the outside-in? How you wake up every day when they want you to quit? How you know some day that you're gonna hit? Same way I always did, by bein' me, cuz I know I'm the shit HOOK Oh boy, man, I gas myself up I deserve it, yeah, I'm worth it, and I don't give it a duck Aw, fuck, I meant fuck, that's my autocorrection, and if I'm guessin' how I'm goin', probably got an erection No stressin', not once, not ever – a blessing I procrasturbate 'till late then fill my sock with some dressing Take a second, hear this lesson that I'm clearly addressing Speak your mind and don't feel bad about your shit when confessing Try your best, it's the best, we're all meant to be dope Take notes, never spittin' anything I ain't wrote Go and quote me on it 'till I'm dead and gone and far along and if they try to write me off, I really hope you play this song Bibby be a real one, loyalty my number one Fuck me over – you're done Burning bridges – arson fun Real life shouldn't feel numb Look inside and then become Someone that you're proud of Get your bread up, no more crumbs – I'm done Tryna wake up comfortable with someone that I love Tired of wakin' up on days my body doesn't run Tryna make it happen, when I do, they'll all be stunned Tired of the ones that think I'm done; I've just begun I'm just havin' fun and this my mothafuckin' month If you're fuckin' with me, bring your booty to the front Drink a couple drinks and maybe smoke a couple blunts Chances of me makin' it – the odds are at a ton HOOK