[Verse]
Crates in the kitchen, mom yelling that smell in the air, mildew prayer
Palm on the sleeve, whole world spinning in a milkcrate lair, cracked chair
Finger on the label, searching for the halo in the hiss, I insist, no glare
Basement holy water in the floorboards, dust storms swirling on the stair, thin stair
Loop in my head, school bell ring, I ain't there, just the snare
Hungry little monster in a Walkman, chewing on the kick drum, rare
[Chorus]
Needle in the dustbin, let it run, let it run
Raw beats in the lungs, hit the drum, hit the drum
Crackle in the background, world hum, world hum
Who gon’ pay the light bill? I just hum, I just hum
Needle in the dustbin
That’s where the gods come from
[Verse 2]
Hand-me-down Technics, one channel dead, still flex, no shame, crooked wire
Borrowed from my cousin who been locked three summers, rage in the tire
Windows taped up with the old front page, headlines fade, thin fire
I talk to the records, they answer in a language of choirs and barbed wire
Potholes outside, inside pot on the stove, boiled rice, no choir
Mom working double at the diner, I’m dubbing over church tapes, spit prior
[Prechorus]
Whole block beating on the table, fork drum, spoon bell
Every knock on the door could be heaven or jail
[Chorus]
Needle in the dustbin, let it breathe, let it breathe
Raw loops in my veins, no leave, no leave
Crackle on the rimshot, I believe, I believe
If the landlord knock, I just sleeve, I just sleeve
Needle in the dustbin
Sweeping up the dreams they leave
[Verse 3]
Passport on the turntable mat