Aye Ray - Night Shade lyrics

[Verse 1] My soul is feeling hollow, not a single thing to follow I just polished off a bottle, now just give me time to wallow Difference between my Heart and Mind, is I never keep my Heart in mind That's why it's hard to find, I park inside the dark, and hide I'm always somewhere, lurking in the shadows I hide my face, I'll find my place, just give me time and space I'll have a clean slate, like my f**in' mind erased I always got cannabis in my premises I'm a pessimist, that likes to reminisce 'bout things that never happened Was I woke, or was I nappin'? Was it real, or just imagine? Does it really take a pill, to help me deal with all the sadness? Do I really have the sk** to make a k**in' at this rappin'? Can I really get a deal, live on a hill, inside a mansion? Should I really keep at it, until I sell a half a Mil? f** I'm talkin' 'bout? I want my albums to get Platinum sales On top of that, I wanna drop a rack at Zale's, just because I'm black f** that, I know they laugh when we get cash, because we lack a chill At least, that's what they think, because they disregard the facts What is it, that makes them think their genes are ancient artifacts? Do they really think we're far apart, like we don't have our heart intact? Treat us like we're far from smart, they wanna tarnish black, but we're art, in fact The hardest part of tryna build my riches, is I can't predict the switches in my everyday expenses I gotta pay attention to my green, to prevent a resin visit Was I really up in heaven, chillin' with eleven b**hes? Did I make the best decision? Did I get the seven digits? Did I get a text, that said that we're progressin' to the next division? Was I givin' precious women pleasant kisses on the neck? Then headin' down, to crevices, to represent why I'm up next? I need to check my vision, 'cause this written needs more revision I shoulda used more precision, but I was in poor condition I'm confusing all my fantasies, with my reality So my personality, is a diverse an*logy about duality Let me re-evaluate the balance in my gallery Burnin' Sour D, and salaries, like they were calories But, in actuality, I know my wages are calculated hourly, they were too cowardly to empower me But I don't blame 'em, even I, would be my nemesis They insisted I get a**istance, with heavy emphasis All I need, is a TV, some Ritz, and a Sega Genesis Keeping distant, I freely do as I please, I'm persistent Resistant to addiction, I add onto my diction I've gone to audition for the position as the newest addition to New Edition, 'cause I knew addition I'm not consistent, everything when I talk, is a composition of contradiction