Fashawn - Dark Cloud lyrics

Drop, drop is for my niggas in the pen
Drop, drop for all my brothers in the box
Drop, drop hold your head, hold your head
Is my letter to you

I said I need a new nigga
For these dark clouds follow
Cause while it's over me is
Too black to see tomorrow
Said I need a new nigga for
These dark clouds to follow
Cause while it's over me is
Too black to see tomorrow
Said I need a new nigga for
These dark clouds to follow
Cause while it's over me is
Too dark to see tomorrow
Take another sip from the bottle, bottle
Bottle

From out the corner of my
Eye seen the fiend stagger
Up to a hustler in this
Teens with his jeans sagging
Hat tilted to the left with a mean swagger
Don't plan on leaving the scene
Till this cream add up
Could have got a scholarship
But he fell victim
Dropped out twelve grade caught
A jail sentence had a polluted mind state
Couldn't dwell in it
A look of death in his eyes
Face was pale skinned
Looking not like a man, but a frail image
Not the normal hustler cause he
Was kind of timid
About as skinny as a gram he
Would try and pitch it
Got a taste of that nose
Candy caught a fly addiction
Ask me if I need it to fix, but I resisted
The block hot keep it moving
Is what I insisted
It will take another bid before
He realize he's slipping
Into the cycle we're all living
It's called hell prison, prison!

I said I need a new nigga
For these dark clouds follow
Cause while it's over me is
Too black to see tomorrow
Said I need a new nigga for
These dark clouds to follow
Cause while it's over me is
Too black to see tomorrow
Said I need a new nigga for
These dark clouds to follow
Cause while it's over me is
Too dark to see tomorrow
Take another sip from the bottle, bottle
Bottle

I assume that he envisions a
Better life for himself
The type that he don't have to
Pedal white for the wealth
Is in the demons let's keep it up in night
Nothing helps he tried lean and codeine in
The sprite on the shelf
But he becomes hollow as the
Bottle that he drunk
Lives life on the edge, but
I doubt he'd ever jump, huh
Trying to find Heaven in hell in every second
Heading into a dead end couldn't tell
You where his head is
Still accounting this paper
Preacher counting his blessings
Evil in all directions
Heathens was Smith n Wessons
His son's teething desperately in
Need of affection
Instead CPS steps in I see him stressing
He threw away his future
Couldn't escape his past
Caught up chasing cash, an inmate at last
He's physically free, but confined
His hell is imaginary
The prison is in his mind

I said I need a new nigga
For these dark clouds follow
Cause while it's over me is
Too black to see tomorrow
Said I need a new nigga for
These dark clouds to follow
Cause while it's over me is
Too black to see tomorrow
Said I need a new nigga for
These dark clouds to follow
Cause while it's over me is
Too dark to see tomorrow
Take another sip from the bottle, bottle
Bottle