Make Room by K Bibbles 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
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