lyrics:

feeling in the dark
1-2, 1-2, i done lost the spark
i done lost the drive
head been underwater like the double CMI
doesn’t matter how i try

blinded in my third eye,
phone jumping all night, bro
brightness on five oh
walking on a rope, tight 
crying while the lights strobe
tired yea my eyes closed
only motivator that i got left
is sheer spite yo

feeling in the dark
1-2, 1-2, i done lost the spark
saw the signs, i ignored em
watch the novelty depart
so now the sky is not the limit
i’m just tryna skylark
slow depreciation, yo
i must be some fine art
please keep your mouths closed
brother this is my part

i used to have a bright image
now the light finished
little light of mine long time been extinguished 


standing in the rain 
zooming thru the motions, bullet train 
i’m not abel, like cain  
i spend 12 hours a day,
i’m wondering what people saying

about me and you, when im
in the booth and i
see the truth, yeah
on the move, and im 
in the news, telling
richard cory that i’m
feeling you

(piano segue?)

feeling in the dark
1-2, 1-2, i done lost the spark
i done lost the drive
hope that on this record it was never tmi
tryna come up to the top although they fling me to the side,
i’ll make ‘em think about me twice
ain’t slept in bout a minute
and no peace has been inside
but when 2-3 wants to arrive
and im free to say goodbye 
ill feel alive, right now i dont even recognize this guy

spark ⚡️ (p. lim0)

lyrics:

told my akhi how i felt
type of confessions that could send a man to hell
feeling too overprotective over someone is unhealthy
and i ain’t feeling like myself

so they asked me “what do you mean?”
stared at the message when it came in on the screen
i’ll tell you, seeing 'em together makes me sad, then i’m angry and i’m jealous,
and i’m hateful and i’m evil and i’m bitter

cause why they chilling on the phone with ya?
premeditated, im no off the dome spitter
infatuated, i’m a born sinner,
‘member i liked ***** now them memories are gone with the wind

think i’m marge mitchell (yeah)
these emotions making my heart quiver
i’m not the one you would have chosen and i hate it but the calls, and the talks,
and the recommended songs make it all better

all sparkles and glitter
car ride talks and you put me on the aux
in the cleared out lot,
we gon park in the center

you’re awfully hot and i’m conflicted,
whether i should cough it or not
but i oughta consider, man

we got a lot on the line,
but my brain and my body and my heart and my mind
and the voice that’s inside all agreeing and they’re saying that i gotta be with ya, god

and if it’s luxury you want, then i’ll cop bottles
and spend my savings on these tickets till i hit the lotto
and book a one way jet to santiago,
pop corks and spray it on the the auto

full throttle, this the v12 model
gas floored, hitting donuts, and minds boggled
leave 'em startled we go round and around and around
like we coming into town down west bay road

i don’t even know
you got a text from someone else so now you gotta go
you get your bag and and your mask and you grab your coat
like what am i supposed to do now that i’m all alone?

like who am i supposed to please now that you out the door?
i call the whole entire team hoping they tell me “no,” and you pick up the phone
because i love you more than anyone will ever know,
but you don’t love me though

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