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lil proch – dark night of the soul lyrics

dark night of the soul lyrics
{verse 1: lil proch}
lights off in the crib, lookin’ pigsty
out of sync, but i’m still sayin’ goodbye
f+ck a cornball, i want em’ all crucified
that guy, been creative since i was in junior high
but now i’m choppin’ through this sh+t like i’ma samurai
and now i’m runnin’ through yo sh+t like i’m the fbi
gotta go through this sh+t 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 f+ck with the kid
this sh+ts a landslide
what was you thinkin’
look what i’m makin’
heart is breakin’, but this bread b+tch, it never stop bakin’
but now i’m choppin’ through this sh+t like i’ma samurai
and now i’m runnin’ through yo sh+t like i’m the fbi
at home, f+ckin’ trippin’ missin’ grippin’ thighs
but i stay wise, ain’t like these guys
{bridge: lil proch}
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

{bridge: levi stubbs acapella group}
{humming}

{verse 2: lil proch}
i’ma just go start getting it
instruments, b+tches, dividends
why was you hoes not givin’ it
i’m not playin i’m militant
b+tch 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
b+tch i’ma symphonist and i’ma pianist
we in this
why would you lil’ b+tch 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
b+tches and sh+t they all want the guy quit
violent
put you in a lotta red, you a die lit
f35 i’m up in the c+ckpit
c+cked glocks and i wanna pop sh+t
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 sh+t
and how we just split, don’t even make sense
thought i had you in my mits
you was the b+tch, b+tch i gotta admit
truly am over this sh+t, 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
{outro: levi stubbs acapella group}
{humming}

- lil proch lyrics

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