In Case I Lose Myself in the Crowd Quelle Chris (Ft. Cavalier, Denmark Vessey, Goose (IL) & Iman Omari)

[Intro]
Yeah, word
Yeah, word

[Verse 1: Cavalier]
You done fucked up, I’m home now
The belt self-tightens, the L rollin’ itself
Lightin’ like velvet – it felt right
Too many nights hellbent – motel life
That old scent of unknown
It’s somethin’ how my code-switches
Somethin’ ‘bout my show scored different, my food thought heavy
Fork lifted, cliché, cat-callin’ life a bitch, to address
Form-fitted, winter storm, inner core
But hear me comin’ at the door, intercom
Sinners can’t sing along
Pentecost, they make no sense
How sweet the cold, even with the holes it feel complete
If its too hot Escovitch it’s only ’cause I forgot I got
Bigger fish to free, mystery school in between
Fist full of, “ooh, I wish”’es
Best of the crop of the cream
But it’s chess not checkers
They checked 2Pac, our Bishop
You on the block or the box
Who got watch on the queen
Not keeping watch for the throne
If we can’t spot what it means
We bring no peace to the home