Questions by Blood on the Marble Lyrics

Well, apparently my landlord can not tolerate my blackness
I'm blowing hella doja and I cloud my whole apartment, as I
Walk through the darkness I seen the Loch Ness, he scared!
Walk through the darkness I seen the Loch Ness he fled!
He fled! He bled! Blood on my hands, vindictive emotions
I'm sipping the potion, holy ghost can't save my soul
I smoke I comatose, I blow! I overdose, my soul! I think I sold....

And If I tell myself that it would be alright
Will it really be alright?
And if I smoke a little bit to bit to ease my mind
Will it really ease my mind?
And if I tell myself that it would be alright
Will it really be alright?
And if I smoke a little dope to ease mind
Will it really ease my mind?

Questions, these questions
They ain't got the answers tho no
Questions, these questions
They ain't got the answers no-oh...
Lifestyle of the rich and famous got me living reckless
Also want a chain I might just grab myself a weapon
I am not to blame, its just the way that I was brought up
I am not to blame, its what the internet has taught us
Niggas calling women bitches
''Its the fucking culture "
I'm in Barcelona I got niggas in the gutter
In the cut like a bandage
Ah!
And your mouth ache
Make your backache
I'm on a move...

And If I tell myself that it would be alright
Will it really be alright?
And if I smoke a little bit to bit to ease my mind
Will it really ease my mind?
And if I tell myself that it would be alright
Will it really be alright?
And if I smoke a little dope to ease mind
Will it really ease my mind?

Questions, these questions
They ain't got the answers tho no
Questions, these questions
They ain't got the answers no-oh...