Dark Days
Yeah
Dark days
Dark days
Dark days
Dark days
(You wanna talk about black love)
I need you to heal me
Hold me like my mother
Shits been getting real lately
I just did a muzzah
Missing like my father
Tired with my arms up
Praying when they cut me
You'll come buck me with a plaster
I need you to heal me
Hold me like my mother
Shits been getting real lately
I just did a muzzah
Missing like my father
Tired with my arms up
Praying when they cut me
You'll come buck me with a plaster ooh, na, na
Last year it was Margiela baby
This year it's therapy
Couple new priorities
Turn the pain into monopolies
Momma still call me Hercules
'Cause she don't know about the felonies
Couple niggas call me family
If I trust 'em still relative
Smoke good still a tendency
Tend to do the most off the Hennessy
Sipping more I been sinning lately
I be late calling for the remedy
Daddy missing so you carry baggage
Cuh your momma built you like a Cherokee
The majority of the maturity
So there's no surprise when
I need you to heal me
Hold me like my mother
Shits been getting real lately
I just did a muzzah
Missing like my father
Tired with my arms up
Praying when they cut me
You'll come buck me with a plaster
I need you to heal me
Hold me like my mother
Shits been getting real lately
I just did a muzzah
Missing like my father
Tired with my arms up
Praying when they cut me
You'll come buck me with a plaster, ooh, na, na
You wanna talk about black love, yeah
I ain't really got examples, uh
I was raised by my nana
Cuh my mum was on the roads getting money with a sharp tool
Funny how I probably developed a couple scars too
Firstborn I was whiter than the milk man
Daddy was a dark horse
So when he never came back with the blue cap
It proved the capacity for love was only half full
T-t-took her for a drink on Tuesday
Now I dodger but I know it isn't artful
You know women got a sixth sense
So there really isn't putting nothing past you
Yo what's that little feeling in your heart called
When you wanna tell her but really don't wanna argue
Gonna have to help me, nurse these, harsh wounds
Didn't wanna ask you but
I need you to heal me
Hold me like my mother
Shits been getting real lately
I just did a muzzah
Missing like my father
Tired with my arms up
Praying when they cut me
You'll come buck me with a plaster
I need you to heal me
Hold me like my mother
Shits been getting real lately
I just did a muzzah
Missing like my father
Tired with my arms up
Praying when they cut me
You'll come buck me with a plaster ooh, na, na
Dark days
Dark days
Dark days
Dark days
(You wanna talk about black love)
I need you to heal me
Hold me like my mother
Shits been getting real lately
I just did a muzzah
Missing like my father
Tired with my arms up
Praying when they cut me
You'll come buck me with a plaster
I need you to heal me
Hold me like my mother
Shits been getting real lately
I just did a muzzah
Missing like my father
Tired with my arms up
Praying when they cut me
You'll come buck me with a plaster ooh, na, na
Last year it was Margiela baby
This year it's therapy
Couple new priorities
Turn the pain into monopolies
Momma still call me Hercules
'Cause she don't know about the felonies
Couple niggas call me family
If I trust 'em still relative
Smoke good still a tendency
Tend to do the most off the Hennessy
Sipping more I been sinning lately
I be late calling for the remedy
Daddy missing so you carry baggage
Cuh your momma built you like a Cherokee
The majority of the maturity
So there's no surprise when
I need you to heal me
Hold me like my mother
Shits been getting real lately
I just did a muzzah
Missing like my father
Tired with my arms up
Praying when they cut me
You'll come buck me with a plaster
I need you to heal me
Hold me like my mother
Shits been getting real lately
I just did a muzzah
Missing like my father
Tired with my arms up
Praying when they cut me
You'll come buck me with a plaster, ooh, na, na
You wanna talk about black love, yeah
I ain't really got examples, uh
I was raised by my nana
Cuh my mum was on the roads getting money with a sharp tool
Funny how I probably developed a couple scars too
Firstborn I was whiter than the milk man
Daddy was a dark horse
So when he never came back with the blue cap
It proved the capacity for love was only half full
T-t-took her for a drink on Tuesday
Now I dodger but I know it isn't artful
You know women got a sixth sense
So there really isn't putting nothing past you
Yo what's that little feeling in your heart called
When you wanna tell her but really don't wanna argue
Gonna have to help me, nurse these, harsh wounds
Didn't wanna ask you but
I need you to heal me
Hold me like my mother
Shits been getting real lately
I just did a muzzah
Missing like my father
Tired with my arms up
Praying when they cut me
You'll come buck me with a plaster
I need you to heal me
Hold me like my mother
Shits been getting real lately
I just did a muzzah
Missing like my father
Tired with my arms up
Praying when they cut me
You'll come buck me with a plaster ooh, na, na
Credits
Writer(s): Mrunal Dave, Kwadwo Adu Genfi Amponsah, D'artizt, Cheyney Raybert Ranger
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