Dark Place by FRAZZLDAZZL Lyrics
[RANSYD]:
Bank rolls
Spank hoes
Dank grows in Morocco
Make foes
Shank beaus
Late shows
Fuck a fracas
I'm locking up all your chakras
And soaking up all your chi
You talking up all your mantras
I'm floating upon the sea
And smoking up all this weed
Been chosen to serve the scene
Inspoken, reserve the lease
Denoting shit ain't for free
Remotely lining the seams
And igniting full magazines
We rewriting our history
To enlighten the mystery
All fine offline
Couple of maligned crimes
Stuff a blunt with dry ice
Puff enough to fly
Stumble into trouble with nine dimes
Rebuttal ain't mine, fine
Wait in line to die still kinda high
What I'm tryna find is the light I saw when I was done hiding behind the signs
Believing my eyes deceiving me
Freezing the more I grind
Choosing to wipe my mind
Losing my hope and shine
Please end my life
Ignore my cries
Keep me confined from all mankind
I have resigned
[FRAZZLDAZZL]:
Mind still racing
I'm contemplating the tracing
Not concentrating on pacing
Maybe I'm the fucking case
And I be acting like I'm hiding the product right next to grace
And although I might have claimed never to be hating
Mistaken the wake for the haste
And I love it when they tell me I'm a waste
Bottom of the barrel
Mold of the base
Say I'm covering the wrist with an ace
So I walk into the home again
Here's a blunt that I face
My pride will be the only thing I can taste
Why does every single ho feel the need to be a soul mate
I got a cold fate and an old date
Kamikaze style is how I'm washing away
Spider in the motherfucking drain
Quieter in the up-and-coming fame
Mightier than the problems inside the fucking brain
Fighter with more than a fiend for another fucking chain
Bank rolls
Spank hoes
Dank grows in Morocco
Make foes
Shank beaus
Late shows
Fuck a fracas
I'm locking up all your chakras
And soaking up all your chi
You talking up all your mantras
I'm floating upon the sea
And smoking up all this weed
Been chosen to serve the scene
Inspoken, reserve the lease
Denoting shit ain't for free
Remotely lining the seams
And igniting full magazines
We rewriting our history
To enlighten the mystery
All fine offline
Couple of maligned crimes
Stuff a blunt with dry ice
Puff enough to fly
Stumble into trouble with nine dimes
Rebuttal ain't mine, fine
Wait in line to die still kinda high
What I'm tryna find is the light I saw when I was done hiding behind the signs
Believing my eyes deceiving me
Freezing the more I grind
Choosing to wipe my mind
Losing my hope and shine
Please end my life
Ignore my cries
Keep me confined from all mankind
I have resigned
[FRAZZLDAZZL]:
Mind still racing
I'm contemplating the tracing
Not concentrating on pacing
Maybe I'm the fucking case
And I be acting like I'm hiding the product right next to grace
And although I might have claimed never to be hating
Mistaken the wake for the haste
And I love it when they tell me I'm a waste
Bottom of the barrel
Mold of the base
Say I'm covering the wrist with an ace
So I walk into the home again
Here's a blunt that I face
My pride will be the only thing I can taste
Why does every single ho feel the need to be a soul mate
I got a cold fate and an old date
Kamikaze style is how I'm washing away
Spider in the motherfucking drain
Quieter in the up-and-coming fame
Mightier than the problems inside the fucking brain
Fighter with more than a fiend for another fucking chain