Fashawn - Dark Cloud Lyrics
[Intro]Drop, dropIs for my niggas in the penDrop, dropFor all my brothers in the boxDrop, dropHold your head, hold your headIs my letter to you[Hook]I said I knew a new niggaFor the these dark clouds followCause while it's over me is too black to see tomorrowSaid I need a new nigga for these dark clouds to followCause while it's over me is too black to see tomorrowSaid I need a new nigga for these dark clouds to followCause while it's over me is too black to see tomorrowTake another sip from the bottle, bottle, bottleFrom out the corners of my eye seen the theme staggerUp to a hustler in this team with his jeans saggingHad tilted to the left with a mean swaggerDon't plan on leaving the scene till this cream add upCould have got a scholarship, but he fell victimDrop out twelve grade caught a jail sentenceHad a polluted it with mind state, couldn't dwell in itI look at death in his eyes, face was pale skindedLooking up like a man, but a frail imageNot the normal hustler cause he was kind of timidAbout the skinny as a grandma he would drown pitchingGot a taste of that nose candy caught a fly adictionAsk me if I need it to fix, but I resist itThe block hot keep it moving, is what I insistedIt will take another beat before we realize he's slippingInto the cycle we're all livingIt's called hell prison, prison![Hook]I said I knew a new niggaFor the these dark clouds followCause while it's over me is too black to see tomorrowSaid I need a new nigga for these dark clouds to followCause while it's over me is too black to see tomorrowSaid I need a new nigga for these dark clouds to followCause while it's over me is too black to see tomorrowTake another sip from the bottle, bottle, bottleI just shown him that he envisions a better life for himselfThe type that he don't have to pedal right for the wealthIs in the deam let's keep it up in night, nothing helpsHe's trying to lean in coldine on the shelfBut he becomes hollow as the bottle that he drankLives life on the edge, but I doubt he'd ever jump, huhTrying to find Heaven in hell in every secondHeading into a dead end couldn't tell you where his head isStill accounting this paper, preach accounting these blessingsEvil in all directions, heathens was Smith and WestsonsHis son's heathen desperately in need of affectionIt's dead CPS steps in I see him stressingHe threw away his future couldn't escape his pastCaught up chasing cash, and he made at lastHe's physically free, but confinedHis hell is imaginary, the prison is in his mind[Hook x2]I said I knew a new niggaFor the these dark clouds followCause while it's over me is too black to see tomorrowSaid I need a new nigga for these dark clouds to followCause while it's over me is too black to see tomorrowSaid I need a new nigga for these dark clouds to followCause while it's over me is too black to see tomorrowTake another sip from the bottle, bottle, bottle
