Best Spot in the House - Injury Reserve

This is the best, the best spot in the house?

Absolutely

Check it

Check it, yo, check it

I’ve had niggas that come up to me, say that they looked up to me, yeah

And that they been fuckin' with me since shit was ugly, yeah

And that these songs, man, they saved they life

Now, how you put that kind of power in these hands of mine?

And how a nigga 'posed respond to some shit like that?

Am I supposed to «Oh, thanks,» pat they back?

I ain’t tryna take away from the experience they had

But, honestly, I’m not prepared for some shit like that

And when they credit myself, they discredit themselves

And the strength that they had, yeah, to better themselves

And they talk about the strength that I have in my songs

But they don’t know, behind them stories, there’s some shit that’s just wrong

And I hear 'em say that it was beautiful

But to me, man, that shit was inexcusable, uh

To talk about a death and not go to the funeral

Tellin' myself, «You gotta swallow all that guilt that chewed at you»

Shit was juvenile, like how was I too cowardly to go to your fuckin' funeral

But still feel like rappin' about your death was fuckin' suitable?

Was I true to you, or usin' you?

Or the unfortunate events to make my songs more moveable

My grief provable?

It’s true though, I do wish I could call like shit was usual

Tell you shit’s poppin', uh, tell you life’s beautiful, uh

But I didn’t check on you when you were still here, yeah

And that shit been eatin' at me for this past year, yeah

This remind me of Will dancin' on that couch

2014 Flagstaff, we’re back now

Halloween a year later and we’re drivin' home

I’ll throw up eight times before we make it out

Still reminds me of Will dancin' on that couch

Saw him last week, he swears that we made it now

People watchin' now, better not let them down

I’ll throw up eight times before we make it now

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Shout out to my brother Chuck, healthiest dude I know

One day, he was hoopin' and just dropped to the floor

In disbelief, man, I could never fathom that

His sister Rosie hit me like, «It might’ve been a heart attack»

Couldn’t do shit about it, stuck in Arizona

Plus they brought him back, but I heard he’s in a coma

Drop to my knees and I start to pray

Said, «If he wakes up, I swear that I’ll call and text him every day»

Felt like a lifetime after a couple days went past

And I still ain’t heard from your ass, man, wake the fuck up

Yo, luckily he did, my promise didn’t last that long

You would text me, it would take like a week to respond

And I ain’t got shit goin' on

Man, that’s so fucked up

Two years later, seen your silhouette in that crowd

Last show, our first headlinin' tour, it’s sold out

700 people, yeah, that shit was so wild

Seen that ugly-ass grin, knew I made you proud, yeah

This remind me of Will dancin' on that couch