Dark Night of the Soul Lyrics

Lights off in the crib, lookin' pigsty

Out of sync, but I'm still sayin' goodbye

Fuck a cornball, I want em' all crucified

That guy, been creative since I was in Junior High

But now I'm choppin' through this shit like I'ma samurai

And now I'm runnin' through yo shit like I'm the FBI

Gotta' go through this shit because I'm vilified

Gotta provide

Calculated, scientific, Bill Nye

But I'm petrified, and my tongue is tied

But I know you can't fuck with the kid

This shits a landslide

What was you thinkin'

Look what I'm makin'

Heart is breakin', but this bread bitch, it never stop bakin

But now I'm choppin' through this shit like I'ma samurai

And now I'm runnin' through yo shit like I'm the FBI

At home, fuckin' trippin' missin' grippin' thighs

But I stay wise, ain't like these guys

In darkness and concealment

My house being now at rest

In that happy night

In secret, seen of none

Seeing nought myself

Without other light or guide

Save that which in my heart was burning

That light guided me

More surely than the noonday sun

To the place where he was waiting for me

Whom I knew well

And where none appeared

I'ma just go start getting it

Instruments, bitches, dividends

Why was you hoes not givin' it

I'm not playin I'm militant

Bitch this danger is imminent

I'ma get back to grippin it

Whether it's racks or it's intimate

Told ya my lyrics is infinite

Verse the symbolist

Bitch I'ma symphonist and I'ma pianist

We in this

Why would you lil' bitch boys agree to this

Pull up with 6, callin me Pitts

No witnesses, I make you look childish

Wildest mildest

Pick up the phone and just dial it

Drippin in france but don't need a stylist

Bitches and shit they all want the guy quit

Violent

Put you in a lotta red, you a die lit

F35 I'm up in the cockpit

Cocked glocks and I wanna pop shit

Mop it

I got the chop sticks

Hit you bots and make you just stop it

Called god and he told me good job kid

Thinkin bout all of this shit

And how we just split, don't even make sense

Thought I had you in my mits

You was the bitch, bitch I gotta admit

Truly am over this shit, a base hit

Running home now, I'm taking a bow

I'm saying wow, I'm saying chow

It's the bright night of the soul now