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letra de dark places - nevabeta

dark places:

sitting in solitude, body stuck with hollow tubes
alone in a dark room, knowing what i gotta do
a lotta dudes have got the view the i oughta start anew
holed up in the studio, pillow water bottle and food
i’m a recluse- no company and yo, f-ck you
the rhymes are stumping me and i can’t produce
a couplet worth two cents for all the time i’ve spent writing
i’m fighting myself mentally, the intense pressure is frightening
i approach it fundamentally, grip on the pen tightening
throw it cross the room, f-ck i’mma sight to see
at a loss for words, my mind died and i know soon
it’ll consume me, take my heart right thru me
if i don’t start going in the next five seconds i’m fuming
look: i’m wrecking myself, surviving cuz somewhere inside me
i know i’m alright, it’s just the tension keeps climbing
since the suspension, expulsion, i’ve been on a ride of emotion
i shut my eyes too tight and they had to be pried back open
i’m hoping this soaking in feeling ends quickly
it’s poking and prodding and even i’m getting sick of me
i’m just nodding to questions, no response or suggestions
and all i want is this aggression to fade cuz it’s messing
with my thought process, i ought to be dropped shotless
popped by god unless i take it up a few notches
i’ve got this hot mess rocked and unforgotten
slotting myself to battle the world, ayo i’m never stopping

hook:
i’m stuck in dark places, parked in h-ll faithless
well on my way to f-cked up, let’s face it
my luck’s run dry, cotton mouth i can’t taste sh-t
except for the bitterness and tied tongue i hate this

my mind’s wandered too far, i’ve lost it
escaping into myself has costed the kind
of damage to take myself hostage
brandish the weapon, already chalked it
full of ammunition, in a position of confusion
i’ll listen to the voices, losing my mother’s i quit making good choices
i’m toyed with, getting annoyed with these issues
spitting verses with you in my mind, with two
fists clenches at my side, into pockets they slide
close my mouth, lock it, at least i know that i tried
abide by the rules, use an outline as the guide
but i was misguided so often now i duck face and hide
it’s kind of like hide and no seek- i’m running from questions dodging answers
less into gunning for fixes than falling for standards
i beat myself up: like m-st-rbation
justa b-st-rd waitin, half the nation
is contemplating suicide, teenage do or die
f-ck who am i? now i’m losing my
sense of humor, getting demented sooner
i was meant for doom or, some sh-t like that
now music holds me up like a bike rack, never fight back
done f-ckin round where’s the mic at?

i’m stuck in dark places, parked in h-ll faithless
well on my way to f-cked up, let’s face it
my lucks run dry, cotton mouth i can’t taste sh-t
except for the bitterness and tied tongue i hate this

i’m there for them no one’s there for me
and so i’m left paying hundreds for therapy
searching for clarity but staying still i wonder
if thinking terribly is really helping cuz apparently any other
option involves pills and knives so tonight is scaring me
chills my spine to know my life hangs momentarily
i’m like a pendulum, hate some then befriending em
spending some good times with bad b-tches
good lines wasted on sad missions, i’m -ss kissin’
listing off reasons i need her like that’s this and
this is that, i’m just wishing cr-p would happen
bathroom fapping, then go back to rapping
loneliness not only anger to blame
not giving you a mention, never singing your name
the thing is i’m halfway over it, but still stuck in the game
f-ckin done with you but i’m still high as a plane

i’m stuck in dark places, parked in h-ll faithless
well on my way to f-cked up, let’s face it
luck’s run dry, cotton mouth i can’t taste sh-t
except for the bitterness and tied tongue i hate this

phone buzzing but it’s just another call from my family
asking why i’m going thru the motions so mechanically
i only open up in lyrics nowadays, words from the man in me
get the sound to play so i can be standing free
of the chains, the constant rain clouds that plague
my mindset, the kind that loom but don’t storm that i’d let
pour over, wash me in thoughtful feelings
drown out my thought-full mind that keeps reeling
i’m dealing with the devil, and speaking his language
levels of stress i got dudes i can’t even hang with
i bang sh-t, blast the stereo in anguish
p-ssionate kissing and rap dissing from the same lips
drunker than haymitch, just keep saying sh-t
so i’m done now, my thoughts’ve bout run out
and i put the gun down: i’m not you, this ain’t for fun..wow

- nevabeta

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