One quick look, one minute in, and the room went in, man
He slid and saw off like the lamb, knew the damn back fam
I knew it's on the mat, and the whole place gave up its noise
Said my name once, and it swung like a key in the lock of my voice
No grand talk, just that low spark
Kind of pressure like you rent the air by a ain't watching
Never raise the fingers
Never seen the air
Make the walls feel that awake
No lie
And my old day
Phototype on itself
Like it couldn't hold sky
They had that deep room hum
Like a wire in a stone
You can't pull it back
Once it gets into the bone.
Bone
Something in his stare
Kept moving after he gone
Like the corners were holding
A piece of him in the song
