Cataphant - Some Nights lyrics

[Intro: Paradox] Ayo, some nights are spent basically waiting for sunlight Stressing how connections seem to have come untied Trying to shed the perspective nothing's ever done right Like bringing the proverbial knife to a gunfight [Verse 1: nobigdyl.] Some nights I think that my lips could build a castle Some nights I wish they'd just fall off, they such a ha**le He typed these and other thoughts down on his tablet Then hit the cabinet and popped another tablet Depression, all the just kids call it sadness But they don't understand this They never heard the madness Swirlin' in his head, a couple of 'em want him dead Couple of 'em want him hit, just so he can feel the dread Now, this might be the time to put a verse off in my rhyme Or tell you how he'd end up in a hearse off in my rhyme Or tell you that I know that for certain he's alright But the point is that my man is really hurting here tonight And we might not have the answers But we got the key to hope Just inviting him to church might not keep this thing afloat He get tired of the people always saying "I'mma pray for you" Ain't gotta understand, you just gotta be available [Verse 2: Paradox] Some nights are spent getting ready for a big date In that risqué number cut right under your rib cage Picturing the stunned look of wonder on his face When he gives you that last peck and you whisper, “Let's have s**” I hope she won't ask yet, he thinks with dismay Knowing from the past moving too fast's a mistake Pain growing in his chest like getting stabbed with switchblades A fish in her dragnet, set for collision, crash test [Hook: Cataphant] Some days it's all [?] Some days it's all I can [?] [?] [Verse 3: P.A.T. Junior] [?] [Verse 4: Paradox] Some nights are spent gazing at the clock, pacing Waiting. Praying your breaking heart'll stop racing Trying to maintain. Regain your lost patience Cuz your son ain't in and it's 1 a.m It'll be a month, May 10th, he thinks standing at the gravestone In an empty cemetery pa**ed daily on his way home Imagining his dad, a collection of decayed bones These once great men, and what'll come take him [Hook] [Outro: Paradox] Don't move an inch when I open my lens I'm trying to show you a sense that what they go through's intense Focusing in on the broken and grim But what flows from my pen's where some hope can begin Don't move an inch when I open my lens I'm trying to show you a sense that what they go through's intense Focusing in where the exposure is dim But this is only a glimpse, so who knows where it ends?