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ekoh - d4rk side lyrics

[intro]
yeah, i got a heart that’s workin’ part time
and got a–infatuation with the dark side
these dudes, they don’t really want it
they just talk like they do–
’til i get the mic and let the bars fly

[verse 1]
now i, i’m dead inside but i polished the exterior
ain’t no competition, bow down to your superior
know they call me emo but i’m evil, young, and ferior
a [?] in the benz with the black and red interior
see, i’ve been coppin’ pennies
over the years and made a name and now i’m droppin’ benji’s
i got the knowledge, plus the sk!ll and plus i’m f+ckin’ petty
she left the smell of sweat and spit, i gotta swap the bedsheet
already everybody talkin’, i pay on the mic
yeah i just do the nyjah houston, i stay on the grind
i never see you ’cause i do not like lookin’ behind
you’ll always be number two until i quit or i die
my mind on another level
they wishin’ that i would go away
these rappers hate then copy me
lookin’ like you my protege
then spittin’ out your garbage
recycle, repackage, all the same
and i could body most of these modern acts with my throwaways
i paid dues, double that, facts, tax twice
i break rules that been made to keep me down, i–
don’t think that you’ll be here for long, you should pack light
and if i made it and you didn’t, homie, that’s life
uh, i like to flex to show the sk!ll, uh
sometimes but if i’m honest, that ain’t real, uh
there’s more sides than when i fall off the path
f+ck the bars, gotta say how i feel
like i’m dying here man, f+ck these vibes
ayo, bring the real sh+t in, let’s go
[verse 2]
and yeah i know all these people gon’ try to break me down
left me for dead but i [?] so many times
and now i’ve grown accustomed
not even mad when people break the trust
you want a human, homie?
i cannot blame you for how i wanted things to turn out
yeah, i’m feeling burnt out
donnie told me don’t forget this ’cause youve been on fire
keep entire, spinnin’ higher
yeah i’m wired differently than most people
seekin’ out the ones who understand their own evils
’cause i’ve been sleepin’ with that enemy like every night
and if you think your head is f+cked
it’s ’cause you’ve never been in mine
i need the lines, i write the way a junkie need a bump
without the sh+t for long enough
i’m questionin’ if i should jump
off of the stratosphere with no parachute
i’m sorry, baby, hope my dream doesn’t embarrass you
just know i cherish you and all the quiet moments most
and that’s the sh+t i’m thinkin’ ’bout when life has got me on the ropes
our local legends still a national joke
tryna make this bread all after all these bridges ’round me burnt to toast
chokin’ on these aspirations for a better placement
in the race against the clock and labels with their obligations
with an occupation rocked with heavy complications
when you don’t have most your friends who’re also possible replacements
tryna find time to get me in the right mind
but i cannot relax if there ain’t nothin’ in the pipeline
just give me a lifeline, a type beat to write to
and i’m bound to figure all this out, but no i’ll probably die tryin’
yeah, i got an identity that’s all tragic
chasin’ dreams, playin’, ridin’ in some traffic, uh
if it’s real then you don’t have to mask it
but everyday is halloween ’round here and everybody cappin’
started rappin’ just to get into my own head
and now the only time i’m not in there is when i dont, yeah
so obsessive when you put your work in all these songs
and that addiction, all consuming
got me doing sh+t i said i’d never do and justifyin’
now i’m usin’ s+x and work and social media to distract me from all the spite i’m brewin’
yeah, my whole blood lines embarrassing
anxiety and addiction family inheritance
i used to b+tch ’bout how unfair it is
i couldn’t see how fortunate i am if i would just take care of it
and while i’m thinkin’ ’bout myself
i got some friends who fake a smile and then they k!ll themselves
i got some friends who make decisions instead of makin’ calls
i got some friends who moved from cocaine to fentanyl
i got some loved ones who still ain’t got it figured out
and i ain’t got it figured out either
the f+ck you talkin’ ’bout?
i ain’t tryna preach, h+ll nah
i’m tryna show you that this road is not unusual
this detour that i’ve been on ain’t different–
than anything that you’ve been through, just listen
we move the ego causing our division
and you’ll see the beauty in your own condition, right
[outro]
yeah, i got a heart that’s workin’ part time
and got a–infatuation with the dark side
the truth, they don’t really want it
they just talk like they do
but know bein’ real is a hard life
detour 4

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