​black & mild lyrics

[Intro]
Kuru
(This black fill my lungs
Mild to the tongue
I'm bitter to your love
This sh*t worth more than sunk
I'm itching for your touch
But nothing's showing up
I stepped to the gun
I'm laying down in blood)
Trust me

[Chorus: carna 007]
This black fill my lungs
Mild to the tongue
I'm bitter to your love
This sh*t worth more than sunk
I'm itching for your touch
But nothing's showing up
I stepped to the gun
I'm laying down in blood
Yeah, this sh*t hurting, and I think I've had enough
You putting up that front, bet you're tired of acting tough
I'm tired of missing out
I'm tired of givin' up
I'm tired of puttin' up
I'm tired of giving love
[Verse 1: carna 007]
(Yeah)
I don't want remorse but this a ricochet
Shawty freaky, yeah, she all up on me tryna give me licky
Get that bicky, run up on me for the snake and end up switching
I stay winning, baby, so I can't just get to it and wait it on you
Yeah, waiting on you, yeah
I still I see visions, baby, won't you see it through
Man, this world is so cruel (Yeah)
Walk this road alone, but I'll be keeping my cool
All eyes on me, but I'm still looking at-
You

[Verse: veezuh]
(Aye, ooh) Retail therapy, it help my depression
I do not care about first impressions
Take a look in my eyes, see the message
Stop asking if I'm okay, cause I told you I'm okay
I got lots of za strains, yeah, I got a wide array
I smoke the pain away
Exodus, like it's muhf*ckin' Metro
Want me to die, but you know that I can't go
Like okay, okay
I get that you wanna do it your own way
Ain't no mask in the world that can hide my face from the strongest pain
Like how big your ego, lil' b*tch, I tell that lil' ho that she so lame
If it wasn't for the weed, wasn't for drugs, I might've been like Cobain
Me and my brothers going up so fast, like a motherf*cking bullet train
You is not on my roster, lil' b*tch, get the f*ck out my-
Face
That sh*t a closed case
I got the bands on me
I can't find big enough pockets
But your ass cannot relate cause your bands on 'E'
I got your b*tch on me
She finna feel the beast, now DRE
Yeah, you done for, lil' bro
GG no [?]
[Chorus: carna 007]
This black fill my lungs
Mild to the tongue
I'm bitter to your love
This sh*t worth more than sunk
I'm itching for your touch
But nothing's showing up
I stepped to the gun
I'm laying down in blood

[Outro]
Yeah, this sh*t hurting, and I think I've had enough
You putting up that front, bet you're tired of acting tough
I'm tired of missing out
I'm tired of givin' up
I'm tired of puttin' up
I'm tired of giving love