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nantes - black is the finest hue lyrics

maybe if i don’t think about the future, it’ll all go away
what do you think?
i just think that i wanna end it all

(verse 1)
look
as i sit and practice my craft
i’m sittin’ in this f-ckin’ closet and yeah, i might rap
but my son don’t have no dad, no one to play catch
but still i rap
and still you laugh at the craft i couldn’t master
these n-ggas faker than some walls, yeah, they might plaster
or hear my verbs and hear these words and flip sh-t
load up guns and prolly curse my fate
and i’m tryna save face
see, i can’t look in the mirror
i’m marginalizing my faults, just hopin’ you hear ’em
and i’m cryin’ out for help
packin’ her p-ssy wit s-m-n, not givin’ a f-ck about her health
and i guess i’m losin’ my flow but f-ck it though
imma probably just end it all at the end of the stanza
lord, i need answers

(hook)
so help me
so help me
just help me
motherf-cker, just help me
just help me

(verse 2)
and don’t it all make sense?
i remember bein’ two years old watchin’ my uncle rinse the blood from his pants
he got shot or prolly stabbed, i think so
see, i’m wounded just like him and imma pray to a lord i don’t understand
see, i put up both my hands and my head to the sky and ask why he took my aunty katey
kuz lately, a n-gga been depressed, gettin’ pressed by rvial gangs and i was false claimin and sh-t
and n-ggas never understood that–see i was losin’ my flow
i want you to hear every error, every human half-step, every scream
i’m just marginalizing my faults against my demons and in the dark i’m screamin’
i’m sittin’ in this closet, talkin to my son
i need help, baby boy, i hope you the one

(hook)

(verse 3)
i give a f-ck about yo pity
i ain’t talkin’ sh-t
i’m supposed to be makin’ money for my son but i’m chasin’ a b-tch who don’t give a sh-t
and she lost my baby, got me goin’ crazy
i’m depressed like a motherf-cker and anybody can get it
i’ll prolly jump off a building
see. the empire i’m building only resides in my thoughts
and motherf-cker, i’m lost
i don’t have no god to pray to, anything’ to say to a man
i coulda had a father but now i’m goin’ farther with my dreams
and it seems that i might scream
internally,the demon resides within
as i bask in my sin, need some hennessey, some jack, and some gin
but f-ck it, gimme some p-ssy, too
tell that b-tch come here, imma run it through
or prolly run it by you
or prolly send a couple shots just to hit you
and prolly give a bad b-tch -bleep-
so f-ckin’ help, godd-mn it!

(hook)

- nantes lyrics

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