Dark Night of the Soul

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Lil Proch

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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 shit like I'ma samurai
And now I'm runnin' through yo shit like I'm the FBI
Gotta' go through this shit 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 shits a landslide
What was you thinkin'
Look what I'm makin'
Heart is breakin', but this bread bitch, it never stop bakin
But now I'm choppin' through this shit like I'ma samurai
And now I'm runnin' through yo shit like I'm the FBI
At home, fuckin' trippin' missin' grippin' thighs
But I stay wise, ain't like these guys

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

I'ma just go start getting it
Instruments, bitches, dividends
Why was you hoes not givin' it
I'm not playin I'm militant
Bitch 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
Bitch I'ma symphonist and I'ma pianist
We in this
Why would you lil' bitch 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
Bitches and shit they all want the guy quit
Violent
Put you in a lotta red, you a die lit
F35 I'm up in the cockpit
Cocked glocks and I wanna pop shit
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 shit
And how we just split, don't even make sense
Thought I had you in my mits
You was the bitch, bitch I gotta admit
Truly am over this shit, 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

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