Let Me In

[Verse 1: 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 rabbits 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)