Darker Than Black
I cant stand it bland days keep adding up, mathematics
No way not even my crib safe
Got me sleeping with a knife
Dumb luck I can't trust these fucks
I'm a killer imma put you in the trunk
Mask on Im the Bane of your pain
Its great while i smoke this 8th contemplate my day
Its that mothafucka Kaine with the patched up face
The myth that'll match and trace
His enemies for centuries
Won't let them Rest In Peace
Only peices so the rest can bleed
Born on the eleventh, torn in my possessions
Send you the heavens Can't mend all these unpleasant expressions
Some say it's a blessing
I'm confessing its depressing
Im still learnin lessons from back then
Boom
In my room light this blunt
Despite what I try I can't confront my demons
Always leave me bleeding and pleading
I can't feel it but im dreaming about misleading proceedings
Brains on the ceiling
Training hard to find my meaning
Drawing pictures internally fleeing
Im not healing
Breathing increases
While I realize my demons chasing after me
Mind spacing into nothing
Becoming what I hated
I debated while my days faded
Been feelin jaded
Mind feels invaded
The 9 by my painting try to evade it
No one aided me but the gun
Hope its done
Can't out run this bad luck
I can't add up what the fuck is going on
No strings on me chain blings loosely
Thats the noose dangling by the Christmas tree
Im an ornament
It's unfortunate that my current state of mind downgrades every fucking time
I heavily rely on drugs
Get numb fucked up and go to the sun
Light me another blunt
Smother my face in drugs
Other days I'd hit you with the gun motherfuckers know im not the one
I dont play these games
Kaine go insane, push you in the lake
Lure your fam to your grave
Kill em all broad day, and carve their face!
Haha im just kidding
4 Walls
Feeling locked up
Recall those times you remarked I should rot?
Get up
Let em
Fuck off
Fuck em'
I can't trust a soul, I can't trust a person
If I catch you lacking imma leave you in the dirt hurting
No way not even my crib safe
Got me sleeping with a knife
Dumb luck I can't trust these fucks
I'm a killer imma put you in the trunk
Mask on Im the Bane of your pain
Its great while i smoke this 8th contemplate my day
Its that mothafucka Kaine with the patched up face
The myth that'll match and trace
His enemies for centuries
Won't let them Rest In Peace
Only peices so the rest can bleed
Born on the eleventh, torn in my possessions
Send you the heavens Can't mend all these unpleasant expressions
Some say it's a blessing
I'm confessing its depressing
Im still learnin lessons from back then
Boom
In my room light this blunt
Despite what I try I can't confront my demons
Always leave me bleeding and pleading
I can't feel it but im dreaming about misleading proceedings
Brains on the ceiling
Training hard to find my meaning
Drawing pictures internally fleeing
Im not healing
Breathing increases
While I realize my demons chasing after me
Mind spacing into nothing
Becoming what I hated
I debated while my days faded
Been feelin jaded
Mind feels invaded
The 9 by my painting try to evade it
No one aided me but the gun
Hope its done
Can't out run this bad luck
I can't add up what the fuck is going on
No strings on me chain blings loosely
Thats the noose dangling by the Christmas tree
Im an ornament
It's unfortunate that my current state of mind downgrades every fucking time
I heavily rely on drugs
Get numb fucked up and go to the sun
Light me another blunt
Smother my face in drugs
Other days I'd hit you with the gun motherfuckers know im not the one
I dont play these games
Kaine go insane, push you in the lake
Lure your fam to your grave
Kill em all broad day, and carve their face!
Haha im just kidding
4 Walls
Feeling locked up
Recall those times you remarked I should rot?
Get up
Let em
Fuck off
Fuck em'
I can't trust a soul, I can't trust a person
If I catch you lacking imma leave you in the dirt hurting
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Writer(s): Sebastian Cuicas
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