Dark Times lyrics

by

MojoOnPC


Mojo [Verse 1]

Dark times, bottle of wine, drunk all the f*cking time
Don't care how you feel, cuz I really don't feel fine
Mind is f*cked up, trigga locked up
Just got one 'notha b*tch but she wants me to knock her up. f*ck that sh*t that hoe is crazy, got more millis than you have babies
Lookn' like a dog on crazy rabies
No I don't want to pass the gravy
Don't wanna pass a bottle of champagne when im in pain
Cuz im rippin' through paris when im f'd up in the left lane. Only 17 im making it, im getting rich
Don't give a f*ck about my ex, crazy ass b*tch
Yo im just sayin' yo im just being honest
She f*ck with all the dudes and always was dishonest
I was like nah, i gotta go, smoke some dope and make some dough
Make a joke then f*ck the hoe
Bone her till she walk no more, do I care. Or do I don't?
Call me crazy but you is what I want

Lisa [Bridge]

Dark times, im goin' through some dark times
My ex is given me a, hard time
But she ain't mine no more
Why do I care I gotta go ignore. x2

Mojo [Verse 2]

b*tch you cheated, well now im heated
I know dat im hurtin' but you know, the undefeated
And I even treated you like no one ever f*cking will
Well I'll make sure I make it, thats my power will
Im turnin' all this anger, this hate into motivation before its too late then we'll be able to go on a dream vacation
Perhaps with a good ass'd Asian
But I got money up on money, got this text I gotta blow
sh*t is pretty crazy for a kid thats 17
I've seen things up on things that no one has ever seen
I bought rings up on rings for my whole f*cking team
I got wings, I got wings, Im higher than Charlie Sheen, Yo
Take a chill pill. You know I gotta swallow it
Feelings are harder than a Horny Howard Ballowits
Gotta stay creative cuz that is how hard this business gets
But im ballin' b*tch. Im ballin' like ???

Lisa [Bridge]

Dark times, im goin' through some dark times
My ex is giving me a, hard time
But she ain't mine no more why do I care I gotta go ignore

Mojo [Verse 3]

f*ck these hoes that think their the sh*t
I've had enough of it
Chillin' with my bros in the Six
Were filling cups of it
Filled with Lean and Filled with Dope
Fell in love buts that's a Nope
Got f*cked like I dropped the soap
f*ck girls im goin' for pope

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