Dark Days

[Intro] (You wanna talk about black love) Yeah Dark days Dark days (You wanna talk about black love) [Chorus: Che Lingo] I need you to heal me Hold me like my muddah (mother) Shits been getting real lately I just did a muzzah Missing like my father Tired with my arms up Praying when they cut me You’ll come buck me with a plaster I need you to heal me Hold me like my muddah (mother) Shits been getting real lately I just did a muzzah Missing like my father Tired with my arms up Praying when they cut me You’ll come buck me with a plaster ooo na na [Verse 1: Kojey Radical] Last year it was Margiela baby This year it’s therapy Couple new priorities Turn the pain into monopolies Mumma still call me Hercules coz she don’t know about the felonies Couple niggas call me family If I trust’em still relative Smoke good still a tendency Tend to do the most off the Hennessy Sipping good I been sinning lately I be late calling for the remedy Daddy missing so you carry baggage Cuh your mumma built you like a Cherokee The majority of the maturity So there’s no surprise when [Chorus: Che Lingo] I need you to heal me Hold me like my muddah (mother) Shits been getting real lately I just did a muzzah Missing like my father Tired with my arms up Praying when they cut me You’ll come buck me with a plaster I need you to heal me Hold me like my muddah (mother) Shits been getting real lately I just did a muzzah Missing like my father Tired with my arms up Praying when they cut me You’ll come buck me with a plaster ooo na na [Verse 2: Kojey Radical] You wanna talk about black love, Yeah I ain’t really got examples, uh I was raised by my nana cuh my mum was on the roads getting money with a sharp tool Funny how I probably developed a couple scars too First born I was whiter than the milk man Daddy was a dark horse So when he never came back with the blue cap It proved the capacity for love was only half full T-T-Took her for a drink on Tuesday Now I dodger but I know it isnt artful You know women got a 6th sense So there really isn’t putting nothing past you Yo whats that little feeling in your heart called When you wanna tell her but really don’t wanna argue, Gonna have to help me, nurse these, harsh wounds Didn’t wanna ask you but… [Chorus: Che Lingo] I need you to heal me Hold me like my muddah (mother) Shits been getting real lately I just did a muzzah Missing like my father Tired with my arms up Praying when they cut me You’ll come buck me with a plaster I need you to heal me Hold me like my muddah (mother) Shits been getting real lately I just did a muzzah Missing like my father Tired with my arms up Praying when they cut me You’ll come buck me with a plaster ooo na na