Open Doors

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[Verse: Billy Woods] 1 AM, far as I'm concerned still Friday night Search my fucked up room for a pen, needing to write Just a couplet like fiending for pipe, I'm sweating buckets Found for lighters, five CDs, a couple ducats Some old ass trees, said fuck it, went to sleep Spit the whole verse in my dreams Over the instrumental, come clean No hook, no crowd participation The spot was packed tight but it was like they were just waiting The mic was just a white light to turn lyrics to visuals And they eyes reflected the ritual Mesmerized by words Biblical Blood on the wall of the cave to record the hunt I'm on stage with the half-lit blunt smell like bubble gum Served it up in '96, remember that shit Where son wore out his kicks on uptown blocks Yeah niggas had the brick but stashed flight for personal spliff On the last bar the beat stopped, I told Kane give me a beatbox Like the lunchroom days, and he was there even though its been years And he did it like that, and then I woke up [Outro] [?]
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- billy woods