Dark Days

[Intro]
(You wanna talk about black love)
Yeah
Dark days
Dark days
(You wanna talk about black love)

[Chorus: Che Lingo]
I need you to heal me
Hold me like my muddah (mother)
Shits been getting real lately
I just did a muzzah
Missing like my father
Tired with my arms up
Praying when they cut me
You’ll come buck me with a plaster
I need you to heal me
Hold me like my muddah (mother)
Shits been getting real lately
I just did a muzzah
Missing like my father
Tired with my arms up
Praying when they cut me
You’ll come buck me with a plaster ooo na na

[Verse 1: Kojey Radical]
Last year it was Margiela baby
This year it’s therapy
Couple new priorities
Turn the pain into monopolies
Mumma still call me Hercules coz she don’t know about the felonies
Couple niggas call me family
If I trust’em still relative
Smoke good still a tendency
Tend to do the most off the Hennessy
Sipping good I been sinning lately
I be late calling for the remedy
Daddy missing so you carry baggage
Cuh your mumma built you like a Cherokee
The majority of the maturity
So there’s no surprise when

[Chorus: Che Lingo]
I need you to heal me
Hold me like my muddah (mother)
Shits been getting real lately
I just did a muzzah
Missing like my father
Tired with my arms up
Praying when they cut me
You’ll come buck me with a plaster
I need you to heal me
Hold me like my muddah (mother)
Shits been getting real lately
I just did a muzzah
Missing like my father
Tired with my arms up
Praying when they cut me
You’ll come buck me with a plaster ooo na na

[Verse 2: Kojey Radical]
You wanna talk about black love, Yeah
I ain’t really got examples, uh
I was raised by my nana cuh my mum was on the roads getting money with a sharp tool
Funny how I probably developed a couple scars too
First born I was whiter than the milk man
Daddy was a dark horse
So when he never came back with the blue cap
It proved the capacity for love was only half full
T-T-Took her for a drink on Tuesday
Now I dodger but I know it isnt artful
You know women got a 6th sense
So there really isn’t putting nothing past you
Yo whats that little feeling in your heart called
When you wanna tell her but really don’t wanna argue, Gonna have to help me, nurse these, harsh wounds
Didn’t wanna ask you but…

[Chorus: Che Lingo]
I need you to heal me
Hold me like my muddah (mother)
Shits been getting real lately
I just did a muzzah
Missing like my father
Tired with my arms up
Praying when they cut me
You’ll come buck me with a plaster
I need you to heal me
Hold me like my muddah (mother)
Shits been getting real lately
I just did a muzzah
Missing like my father
Tired with my arms up
Praying when they cut me
You’ll come buck me with a plaster ooo na na