D4RK SIDE

[Intro]

Yeah, I got a heart that's workin' part time

And got a–infatuation with the dark side

These dudes, they don't really want it

They just talk like they do–

'Til I get the mic and let the bars fly

[Verse 1]

Now I, I'm dead inside but I polished the exterior (Ah)

Ain't no competition, bow down to your superior (Bow down)

Know they call me emo but I'm evil, young, and ferior (Yuh)

I Kylo Ren the Benz with the black and red interior (Uh)

See, I've been coppin' pennies (Coppin')

Over the years and made a name and now I'm droppin' Benji's (Droppin')

I got the knowledge, plus the skill and plus I'm fuckin' petty (Fuckin' petty)

She left the smell of sweat and spit, I gotta swap the bedsheet (Swap the bedsheet)

Already everybody talkin', I pay on the mic

Yeah I just do the Nyjah Huston, I stay on the grind

I never see you 'cause I do not like lookin' behind (No)

You'll always be number two until I quit or I die

My mind on another level, they wishin' that I would go away

These rappers hate then copy me, lookin' like you my protege

Then spittin' out your garbage, recycle, repackage, all the same

And I could body most of these modern acts with my throwaways

I paid dues, double that, facts, tax twice

I break rules that been made to keep me down, I–

Don't think that you'll be here for long, you should pack light

And if I made it and you didn't, homie, that's life

Uh, I like to flex to show the skill, uh

Sometimes but if I'm honest, that ain't real, uh

There's more sides than when I fall off the path

Fuck the bars, gotta say how I feel

Like I'm dying here man, fuck these vibes

Ayo, bring the real shit in, let's go

[Verse 2]

And yeah I know all these people gon' try to break me down

Left me for dead but I [?] so many times

And now I've grown accustomed

Not even mad when people break the trust

You want a human, homie?

I cannot blame you for how I wanted things to turn out

Yeah, I'm feeling burnt out

Donnie told me don't forget this 'cause youve been on fire

Keep entire, spinnin' higher

Yeah I'm wired differently than most people

Seekin' out the ones who understand their own evils (Their own evils)

'Cause I've been sleepin' with that enemy like every night

And if you think your head is fucked, it's 'cause you've never been in mine

I need the lines, I write the way a junkie need a bump

Without the shit for long enough, I'm questionin' if I should jump

Off of the stratosphere with no parachute

I'm sorry, baby, hope my dream doesn't embarrass you

Just know I cherish you and all the quiet moments most

And that's the shit I'm thinkin' 'bout when life has got me on the ropes

Our local legends still a national joke

Tryna make this bread all after all these bridges 'round me burnt to toast

Chokin' on these aspirations for a better placement

In the race against the clock and labels with their obligations

With an occupation rocked with heavy complications

When you don't have most your friends who're also possible replacements

Tryna find time to get me in the right mind

But I cannot relax if there ain't nothin' in the pipeline

Just give me a lifeline, a type beat to write to

And I'm bound to figure all this out, but know I'll probably die tryin' (Die tryin')

Yeah, I got an identity that's all tragic

Chasin' dreams, playin', ridin' in some traffic, uh

And if it's real then you don't have to mask it

But everyday is Halloween 'round here and everybody cappin'

Started rappin' just to get into my own head

And now the only time I'm not in there is when I dont, yeah

So obsessive when you put your work in all these songs

And that addiction, all consuming

Got me doing shit I said I'd never do and justifyin'

Now I'm usin' sex and work and social media to distract me from all the spite I'm brewin'

Yeah, my whole blood lines embarrassing

Anxiety and addiction family inheritance

I used to bitch 'bout how unfair it is

I couldn't see how fortunate I am if I would just take care of it (Uh)

And while I'm thinkin' 'bout myself

I got some friends who fake a smile and then they kill themselves

I got some friends who make decisions instead of makin' calls

I got some friends who moved from cocaine to fentanyl

I got some loved ones who still ain't got it figured out

And I ain't got it figured out either

The fuck you talkin' 'bout? (Talkin' 'bout)

I ain't tryna preach (Tryna preach), hell nah

I'm tryna show you that this road is not unusual

This detour that I've been on ain't different–

Than anything that you've been through, just listen

Remove the ego causing our division

And you'll see the beauty in your own condition, right

[Outro]

Yeah, I got a heart that's workin' part time

And got a–infatuation with the dark side

The truth, they don't really want it

They just talk like they do

But know bein' real is a hard life

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