Zeek - Dark Rooms lyrics

[Verse 1: Justin Magese] These dark rooms just phase me Mind is twisted, I can be Lost at thought but don't save me This uncertainty is what tame's me I got a lot more problems that you ain't gon' hear from me Loose the pep talk I've got sh** taken from me I got a drink for the mild rise I got a blunt for the more rise When I'm feeling myself I don't see it When these demons call they ain't kidding I want to k** myself and I mean it The speed is life and I'm slipping Well, let get a grip then Try defeat them Find the answer in a Jesus piece Try to swim away from the deep end I'm still alive so I can't concede I can't stand these hoes, no prosthetic, or wheelchair either I'm afraid that these women will be cutting sh** deeper sh** is cold no fever I've been broken all season I've been looking for a reason Every weekend amnesia And all these people are nemesis I woke up in a dream A life check was the medicine Musical amphetamines were fed to me because I was on a string I try sing the chorus of all the sh** it brings This type of thing belongs to the type of people who cling Onto a feeling, that best describes this anger [Hook: Clifford Ngosa] I've been sitting here drinking Thinking should I call you I could tell you about my weakness Cause you're the one I'm missing I'm faded Listen to these words that I'm painting These dark rooms can't save me Feeling for you is overrated [Verse 2: Zeek] Lately I've been thinking bout the stars and what they could mean Is it a sign from above or an empty dream Are these thoughts all I have that can set me free? From these walls that I have been trapped in Tried to drown in this pool of gin That's when all the pain came rushing in It got stuck in my lungs and I couldn't breath And your smile is the reason I couldn't sleep The girl that I thought I once loved The same girl who came from above Who's lips I thought were some kind of drug; Turned out to be The forbidden fruit from Adam and Eve I don't know why I couldn't tell But I guess she had a few tricks up her sleeve But Maybe I deserve it for all of the pain I've caused, they call it karma Maybe she was worth it, but I was just blinded by the things that happened after Maybe she was it for me, these memories are like kerosene To an open sore, a scare that you left when you closed the door And you walked away with no remorse, damn But I gotta say you played me well And all that's left is love that I would rather much have burn in hell A victim of lust and misplaced trust, so when does love prevail? I guess I'll never know from sitting in this dark rooms with these thoughts