Dusk
There ain't many souls on Earth I trust
Reoccurring thoughts got me staying up till dusk
So break my heart, I'll replace you
Give in to lust
Think death my barber, he keeping a close brush
I know we'll be in touch
Ain't no souls on Earth I trust
Reoccurring thoughts got me staying up till dusk
So break my heart, I'll replace you
Give in to lust
Think death my barber, he keeping a close brush
I know we'll be in touch
Early riser cause I hate myself soon as the day done
Never feel good about my actions, even when the pay come
Late at night I find myself questions all my motives
Fighting exhaustion tryna find a reason to focus
Eyes still bloodshot, heart still fucked up
My mind been stopped, think my luck's up and out now
Places there was confidence, all I'm finding is doubt now
Feeling so powerless even though I got more clout now
What good is joy if you can't make nobody happy?
What's comedy if I hate the feeling of laughing?
What's pain to me? If you get aggressive, we scrapping
Put that shit to rest, and I ain't talking bout no napping, nigga
There ain't many souls on Earth I trust
Reoccurring thoughts got me staying up till dusk
So break my heart, I'll replace you
Give in to lust
Think death my barber, he keeping a close brush
I know we'll be in touch
Ain't no souls on Earth I trust
Reoccurring thoughts got me staying up till dusk
So break my heart, I'll replace you
Give in to lust
Think death my barber, he keeping a close brush
I know we'll be in touch
Reoccurring thoughts got me staying up till dusk
So break my heart, I'll replace you
Give in to lust
Think death my barber, he keeping a close brush
I know we'll be in touch
Ain't no souls on Earth I trust
Reoccurring thoughts got me staying up till dusk
So break my heart, I'll replace you
Give in to lust
Think death my barber, he keeping a close brush
I know we'll be in touch
Early riser cause I hate myself soon as the day done
Never feel good about my actions, even when the pay come
Late at night I find myself questions all my motives
Fighting exhaustion tryna find a reason to focus
Eyes still bloodshot, heart still fucked up
My mind been stopped, think my luck's up and out now
Places there was confidence, all I'm finding is doubt now
Feeling so powerless even though I got more clout now
What good is joy if you can't make nobody happy?
What's comedy if I hate the feeling of laughing?
What's pain to me? If you get aggressive, we scrapping
Put that shit to rest, and I ain't talking bout no napping, nigga
There ain't many souls on Earth I trust
Reoccurring thoughts got me staying up till dusk
So break my heart, I'll replace you
Give in to lust
Think death my barber, he keeping a close brush
I know we'll be in touch
Ain't no souls on Earth I trust
Reoccurring thoughts got me staying up till dusk
So break my heart, I'll replace you
Give in to lust
Think death my barber, he keeping a close brush
I know we'll be in touch
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Writer(s): Stefen Supplice
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