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letra de darkest hour - lance markeith

could you love me in my darkest hour (rpt. 8x)

i’m kinda brain dead
it just take to long for me to explain sh-t
cause i feel like when i talk
i’m talking another f-cking language
cause when people respond
they always saying this
lance, what did you say
can you say it more plainly
as if i invented the rules in which i’m from
always kicking me down because of my native tongue
they say i talk awkward
i sag my pants so i don’t walk proper
they talk about ya
every single line you produce
they think they know about ya
and the sadder part about all this sh-t
i been mad a few years about this kid
i swear i just wanna see the world burn in ashes
for alla the learned b-st-rds, earning masters
earning pastors, fronting n-ggas turning backwards
whose to say my heart ain’t hurt fulla pain fulla strain
and they all like “d-mn here we go again!”
as if my anger was the issue
b-tch grab me a tissue
i wanna cry, i wanna scream just like a b-tch do
but soon as i do it, imma monster n-ggas dismiss you
girls never miss you
you immature you stuck in yo ways
and n-ggas don’t f-ck with you
well f-ck it they love me not i got trust issues
i’ll prolly try to make you fall harder by saying i’m in love with you
the drugs hit you and we at it again
and then i’m prolly eyeballing ya friend
so
could you love me in my darkest hour (rpt. 4x)

but could you love me in my darkest hour
my thoughts are soured by pseudo romantics
b-tches fall in love from the two-door advances
tryna sunbathe in the hamptons
b-tches wanna come up with ya
and if you ain’t got dollars they don’t f-ck with you
who the h-ll made you b-tch i must get you
expecting a check when you a chicken head looking ass b-tch
giving head just to get ahead looking ass b-tch
whoa! see what i mean
everybody mad at me when i scream
they can’t be on my team
cause they don’t know how to deal with me
be real with me
you still with me cause you wanna know how to live with me
when truth be told i don’t know how to live by my godd-mn self
everybody chilling i’m by my godd-mn self
ain’t got no friends ain’t got no b-tches
ain’t got no riches
all i got is a bottle of truth and superstitions
baby d-mn just hear me out
all this sh-t we dropping we gone hear about it
let’s be real all about the fakes alla the lies
all the tears that you and i cried
promise to be real
i’ll k!ll for you even k!ll with you
and that mean them f-ck ass p-ssy ass n-ggas
i swear i love you but i’m crazy
could you love me in my darkest hour (rpt. 4x)
(love me, love me)

- lance markeith

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