These Type Of Nights Lyrics

How could you be so cruel to me

After the love I showed to you

You broke down my heart like a chess piece

Tore down the walls that I built for you

These type of nights I'm not feeling alright

And all I have is a mic to find what's deep inside

These type of nights when all I have is a ride

And everything that I hide comes up to make it right

These type of nights I'm not feeling alright

And all I have is a mic to find what's deep inside

These type of nights when all I have is a ride

And everything that I hide comes up to make it right

Dear Diary, think I'm having anxiety

Doubting my inner power with words I'm needing guidance see

I'm 13, I just started to rap to free all of my inner magic

To find some deeply planted seeds

And also trauma fees

To understand some things

Like how I'm panicking

Even though I'm with my family

Even though I got some tears

That wanna reach to my bottom feet

It's such a tragedy

It's hard to chase a dream

It's hard to chase when you're thinking about missing home

How much do I have to sacrifice just to pour out my soul

Just to prove myself to a world of the unknown

Just so that I can have a glimpse or at least a hold

Of a dream that I constantly just foresee

It has to be for a reason I gotta jump to see

And now I gotta fight battles behind the scenes

I'm scared but not enough to throw away my only dream

These type of nights I'm not feeling alright

And all I have is a mic to find what's deep inside

These type of nights when all I have is a ride

And everything that I hide comes up to make it right

These type of nights I'm not feeling alright

And all I have is a mic to find what's deep inside

These type of nights when all I have is a ride

And everything that I hide comes up to make it right

It's freshman year, I still have no idea

I got these lyrics in hand, a bomber jacket with Timbs

I'm still finding myself throughout my years

I had a teacher who cared and believed in what I did

I lacked the confidence, hands within my pockets

I always carried my wires, a sandwich for stomach rumblings

A granola, just walking around, a bunch of kids

Not knowing the awareness of flows was making sense

I started scribbling, scratching, nights after hours

Sentences I simply just found, my head to the clouds

Would write, not even playing a sound, just words out of mouth

Finding my inner compass of style, I'm finding it now

I'm finally understanding myself a little bit more

With every song, with every rewrite, until I'm not wrong

Until I can cry, proudly I know, this dream that is mine

I'm taking chances, fighting to blow, I think that it worked

These type of nights I'm not feeling alright

And all I have is a mic to find what's deep inside

These type of nights when all I have is a ride

And everything that I hide comes up to make it right

These type of nights I'm not feeling alright

And all I have is a mic to find what's deep inside

These type of nights when all I have is a ride

And everything that I hide comes up to make it right

These type of nights

Oh, these type of nights

Oh, these type of nights