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