The Dark Place

1, 2, 3, 4

Get me out my head so I can get in yours
Get me out my head so I can get in yours
Get me out my head so I can get in yours
Yours, yours, yours
Ah!

Niggas really think they got it going on (on)
Demons all around passing me a double cup
Birds in the trap and we want another one
Two, three, ah damn
I can feel it coming I've been fighting withdrawals
It be haunting me when I make a pit stop
All these bitches look at me with their lips locked
Can I really help it if I ever get soft?
Can I really make it to the other side of the fence huh?
Not sure if I'll get the chance to, catch, my, breath long, long, long
(Aw I'm sorry. I didn't know you were recording)
So

Get me out my head so I can get in yours
Get me out my head so I can get in yours
Get me out my head so I can get in yours
Yours, yours, yours
Ah!
Get me out my head so I can get in yours
Get me out my head so I can get in yours
Get me out my head so I can get in yours
Yours, yours, yours
Aye

I would dream about it wake me up and fiend upon it
Like I couldn't be without it
And I need it to be lovely though
Not no lovey dovey no
Rather wipe it with my nose
Rolling down the hill screaming out Geronimo
That's a bad side
To a bad ting
What a short life
To a has been
What a rad vybe
For a half beat
Like a rabbi
To a catholic priest

Get me out my head so I can get in yours
Get me out my head so I can get in yours
Get me out my head so I can get in yours
Yours, yours, yours
Ah!
Get me out my head so I can get in yours
Get me out my head so I can get in yours
Get me out my head so I can get in yours
Yours, yours, yours
Aye

So can anybody find me a fucking Bearwood?
A Bearwood, a Dankwood, a Packwood
Nigga any fucking one of them shits bruh I fucking need it
Hit me the fuck up
Everybody act like they aint fucking got it my nigga
Somebody in Tampa got a goddamn Dankwood or Bearwood
Let me know cash in had bitch!
Let me know



Credits
Writer(s): John Cruz
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link